Whee, another chapter. *sigh* I really like this story because I know what the heck I'm doing, basically. Random idea's have been flickering on and off, but so far I'm not sure if you guys would be so open to a couple of my stronger ones (based on review comments). But..that's beside the point ^_^
Disclaimer: Not mine. Phft, I imagine hell would freeze over and my mom would admit the fact that yes, she farts just like any normal human being, before anything related to FF8 belonged to me. Aside from the game, of course ^_^
Warnings: More language, more bad writing, etc. etc. ^_^ Why do I even bother writing these warnings? I mean, everyone knows that this is a SxS slash story, and they know it's rated R, and they know I couldn't write a decent fic if someones cookie depended on it. At least you guys seem to like it (or, if you're still professing the fact that you hate it, well, it's chapter 7, and you've read it this far, so get over it =P)
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"SQUALL!" This has got to be the fifth time I've yelled after the boy since he made his exceedingly quick exit from the Cafeteria, the two of us now standing in the hallway in front of the training center. This being the case, I'm almost surprised when he stops walking and turns on me. His expression is neutral, but I'm feeling incredibly pissed off, an emotion I'm sure is coming from him. I lean over and catch my breath for a moment. Fuck, he sure can move fast when he gets his mind to it. After a few deep breaths I look up at him and frown. "Dammit Squall, you know there's no way in hell I sent that fucking card!"
Squall's eyes narrow at me as he recites the card's message back to me. "'Dear Squally, roses are red, violets are blue, your ass is sweet, can I have you?, Love Seifer'?" He huffs. "Just how many Seifer's do you know?"
I frown at him. "That's beside the point, and you know it."
He scoffs. "That may be beside the point, but honestly, Tall? Lot's of clothes? No hand? Dissapearing into thin air? Sound's an awful lot like an invisible man, if you ask me. Or maybe one of Hyne's Fucking Angels."
Fuck. The person who said that Squall never talked was full of shit . . . the man won't shut up around me. I flick my wings out quickly to relieve an annoying tenseness and straighten to glare down at him. "Okay, first of all, I was with you the *whole* time, so I couldn't have sent it in the first place. Second of all, it's not like I'm the only angel around here, okay?"
He glares right back up at me, never one to be fazed by my height advantage over him. "I sincerely doubt that Loki has any reason to send a note to me signed by you stating that fact that I have a sweet ass."
I snort, and briefly consider telling Squall about Loki's new project. Just for the record, I fully intend to kill Loki the next time I see him. Fuck the restrictions, and fuck the fact that he's already dead. Before I can say anything a loud cry of 'Squall!' comes from behind me. Squall and I both begin to reflexively turn towards the voice. Squall turns his attention towards the person, most likely pissed because the newcomer saw him talking to himself, as it would seem. I, on the other hand, don't get to turn far, or rather, I don't get to turn at all. My attention is immediately caught by a cloaked figure sneaking around the corner behind Squall, his hand tucked suspiciously under the heavy cape. I react without thinking as the man raises his hand. I grab Squall around the nearest part of his body, his neck, spin him around and pull him close to me so that I'm between him and the assassin. Squall is barely out of the line of fire before I hear the tell tale hiss of a thrown blade and feel the cold metal pin my wing to my shoulder at the exact place Squalls vulnerable neck had been moments before. I let out a strangled scream of surprise and hurt at the attack and fall to my knees, taking Squall with me. I squeeze my eyes shut against the pain and reach around and yank out the dagger, letting it fall harmlessly to the floor. From somewhere above me I hear an abnormally loud gunshot, which is followed by the dull thump of a body, presumably the assassin's, hitting the ground lifelessly.
With what seems to be to me an incredible show of strength I open my eyes, only to find myself staring into Squalls wide stormy ones. He's conscious at least, which I take to be a good sign. Quickly I drop my gaze to his neck, where dark bruises are already coming to life. I lift my left hand and feel the tender area gently in order to assess the damage.
Someone comes to stand over the two of us and stares quietly before dropping to her knees. Selphie, I should have known. Her bright green eyes look suspiciously bright from this angle as she sniffles. "Squall?! Are you okay? Irvine and I followed you because we were worried about you, and then we saw you glaring at something. Then we saw the man sneaking up behind you and Irvine tried to warn you and then..it was amazing!" She cheers up and a look of wonder comes onto her face. "Wham! You were just spun around in midair and the knife totally missed you! It was SO cool! You must have, like, a guardian angel or something!"
Squall looks up at me. More like a guardian pain in the ass.
I blink at the odd echo-ish sensation of mind speak, but don't waste too much time mulling over why exactly I can hear his thoughts. Instead I glare at him and release his neck. I stand up, favoring my injured shoulder and wing. "Fuck you princess, you'd be dead if it wasn't for....me..." For the first time it occurs to me that Squall isn't dead, when he really should be. So...this means I saved his life? I wait a second for something to happen, I dunno, maybe my wings will disappear, maybe Hyne will show up, maybe Quistis will streak through the small group that has congregated around a still highly pissed Squall, although to give him some credit the brunette at least has the decency to look vaguely confused. But nothing happens. Well fuck, forget Loki. With a scowl I add the Great Hyne to the list. Stupid bitch, lying to me about this...
I think I need to go for a walk. I don't bother stepping aound the gawking students; I just pass right through them while sort of enjoying their obvious discomfort at the situation. I don't get very far though before I feel a tugging sensation around my midsection. I glare down at myself and keep moving. The feeling gets stronger the farther I go and finally, just like I'm attached to a giant rubber band, I go sailing through the air backwards towards Squall. Thankfully the surprised man manages to move out of my way before I bowl him over, and instead of hitting him I land heavily on my wounded shoulder. The pain takes a second to fully settle in, and when it does I scream out what sounds vaguely like a long string of cuss words beginning, ending, and punctuated in between with the the ever useful F-word. I look up at him, scowling, both of us confused with my short flying spell.
Before one of us can say something I'm distracted by a face in the crowd... Loki. With a growl I jump up and throw myself at him, fully intending to rip his throat out. However, before I can get to him another person latches onto me from behind and holds my arms tightly. My moment of confusion over another person touching me is erased when I see the persons large dark blue wings with the customary silver veins stretching in front of me. If it wasn't for my injury I doubt I would have any trouble getting away from the one holding me, but I give it a fair enough fight as it is. Just as I'm about to twist free another angel appears in front of me with arms outstretched, the newcomer seeming intent on preventing my escape. I gape in amazement. The first thing I notice is the purple wings that are slightly smaller than the ones I've seen thus far. The second thing I notice is the Angel's shirtless attire, which would be perfectly fine and normal..if the angel wasn't a female. And believe you me, she *definitely* was not hiding behind the door when Hyne was handing out big bazoo...
"Bout fucking time you stopped struggling, idiot." The Angel behind me releases his grip and I stumble foreward. The Angel, a tall man with blonde hair and steel grey eyes, goes to stand next to the topless female. He crosses his arms across his chest and looks me into the eye. Loki comes to stand by the two and smiles at me meekly.
"Heh...morning again, Seifer." I scowl at him and he skips the pleasantries. "Hokay, point taken. Well, I suppose you have a couple little questions, which is pretty much the reason I've brought my fellow Angels." He mutters something else under his breath, of which I can make out the words 'personal protection', and then sighs.
I narrow my eyes at him. "Listen Lokana, I know you think you have this little project thing going, but as I told you earlier, NO. FUCKING. WAY. What the fuck did you think that note would accomplish?"
He winces at the use of his given name, and then adopts a hurt air. "Why, my dear boy, of course you told me of your opposition to our harmless plan, and of course I relayed your misgivings to my colleagues, but they wouldn't listen! Given that, it wasn't *me* that delivered the letter, it was him!"
He points at the tall blond angel, who in turn smirks and waves at me. Oh God...not another one. I'm getting so fucking tired of these angels with their self-centered smirks and their damn ability to piss me off to the point of genocide. I glare at the tall man, and the woman steps foreward. She rolls her eyes at me. "Believe me, you won't get anywhere talking to these idiots. I'll tell you now, the note is merely one step in the greater scheme of things. What else do you want to know?"
She crosses her arms and stares at me expectantly with her deep green eyes, the move unfortunately making her arms double up as a push up bra. Fuck..I will NOT stare at her boobs... I gulp and stare at the top of her head, making myself concentrate on her dark hair. "Well, given the fact that I saved Squall's ass, I could have sworn that something was supposed to happen... you know, kind of along the lines of me *being reborn*! "
She laughs, a light tinkling sound. "Actually love, you're close. Your mission from Hyne was to merely guard the boy, and if your deeds are approved as worthy then yes, you will ultimately be reborn. You are on the right track though." She snaps her fingers and a large book appears out of nowhere. "This here is the book of the dead. Everyones deaths are listed here."
I raise an eybrow. "Deaths, plural? I thought someone could only die once, or are you taking into fact several different rebirths?"
The blond man takes over for her. "No, just one lifetime. You see, everyone has several official deaths scheduled. You see, sometimes the first official death is avoided, and so there has to be a second official death planned in order for the person to be able to gain a holy death." I blink at him, and he sighs. "Okay, for example..." he flips to a page in the middle of the book "...this person here was supposed to die the first time in a train accident. However, his wife went into labor the day the train was to leave, so he avoided that death (and that kid was one damned ugly baby, if I do say so myself). If there was no death for him to fall back on he would have been sentenced to wander the world forever after his actual death, because everybody has to die a death foretold by Hyne. Luckily this man had five deaths planned. He managed to avoid his first three, and eventually ended up dying the fourth ordained death."
Damn. "What happened to him?"
The blond shrugs. "Kicked a rock, which earned him a bloody toe, which caused him to be sent to the hospital, where they served him poisoned salmon, which caused him to have his stomach pumped, which caused a severe allergic reaction to the plastic that was used, which caused him to break out in hives, which somehow gave him a horrible fever, which caused him to open a window during the night in the middle of a snowstorm, which gave him hypothermia, which quickly killed him." He apparently notices my amused but slightly amazed expression, because he shrugs and says, "What can I say? Hyne must have been desperate for him to die, and Hyne, even she's allowed to get creative every once in a while."
I chuckle slightly before prompting for the obvious. "Why tell me any of this?"
The girl shoves the man out of the way while ignoring his annoyed grumblings "Come on Nicholai, move over a bit. There we go. Okay, seeing as to how that this Squall fellow is a destined guardian, Hyne wants him to get safely to the Overworld, see? So this means that he has to die naturally, by one of the foretold official deaths." She sees my blank face and sighs in exasperation. "Honestly! Okay, basically, he can't die any other death than the official death. There are of course several *un*official deaths written in, one of which was the assassination attempt just now. Unofficial deaths include assassination, murder, suicide, etcetra; anything that's not included in the official section of the book. Your job is to prevent all of the unnofficial deaths and make it possible for Squall to die an official death. The thing is, one unofficial death is way more important than the others. It's the final unofficial death, and if you prevent this death, you will be reborn, got it?"
I nod. She grins. "Good! Okay, what else?"
"Well," I begin slowly, "you could always tell me how I'm able to read Leonhart's thoughts now, and why I was thrown across the room earlier, that is, if it isn't too much trouble."
Loki holds a hand up. "I'll handle this one, Fey." The woman, presumably named Fey, steps back quite bouncily and I have to force myself not to stare at the ensuing jiggling of the breasts. Instead I focus on my dark winged mortal enemy. Unfotunately for me, the feat is something along the lines of not reading the little captions that run across the TV during a newscast..Loki being the newscast, Fey's ... 'chest area' being the captions. Loki smirks and shakes his head at me, most likely reading my thoughts, but thankfully he doesn't mention anything. "Basically it's all part of the bond. Whenever you save him the two of you will grow stronger together, on top of the bond that's already slowly forming. Or at least that's the theory, before you it was only the guardian who benifitted from the bond. A few of us are quite curious to see if Squall will be able to read your thoughts as well. And as for the flying through the air...that's the easy part. The more time you spend with him the closer you'll get to him, figuratively and literally. Right now the force of the pull isn't that strong for you; I imagine you can still get away up to about a hundred feet or so. If you get far enough away you go flying back to the protected, kind of an insurance that you won't run. Of course there are certain ways to counteract the spell, but they're different for each person." He flashes a dazzling grin at me. "In the mean time you can use your closeness to our advantage, and get closer to Squall!"
I hold up a hand. "First of all: like hell. And second of all, when you say a 'few' of you, how many exactly is a few?"
Loki whistles and Nicholai smirks at me. "I'd say a hundred, give or take seven or eight."
My eyes widen. "What the fuck!? You mean that theres going to be a hundred of you fuckers trying to get us together? Oh, *hell* no!"
Loki nods at me. "Heavens yes. My advice to you is to give it up already." He peers at me. "And if you think you can honestly say that you don't have feelings for him, forget it. Remember, I was your guardian for eighteen years, by the time you died I could see your dreams. And by the way, while Squall is athletic, I doubt he's *that* flexible. Bye bye now." He waves at me.
I tilt my head, but before I can ask anything else I can feel myself being flung through the air again. I manage to avoid Squall, who is practically running, but manage to jolt the hell out of my still bleeding wing and shoulder. One look behind me tells me all I need to know about Squall's fast pace; both Selphie and Dr. Kadowaki are hard on the poor boys heels. I follow his excellent example and run like a bat out of Hell (which, oddly enough, I just could be).
The two of us race for the dormitories, the two females from Hell hot on our heels. They almost gain on us, Selphie in the lead, when Squall breaks into a mad dash for his dorm. He jumps inside and slams the door, leaving me to fall through the metal. Not the funnest thing to do, but look at the alternative... Both of us lean against the wall, panting heavily. I jump slightly when there is a loud pounding on the door, and then there is a sharp crack, which sounds suspiciously like a full blown smack from Strange Vision. Once again I wonder where that girl hides everything in that little dress. I look at Squall and catch his eye, and the two of us raise our eyebrows. I grin at the humor in the situation, but the grin quickly fades into a grimace as I stand and feel the full pain of the knife wound on my back. Squall stands and walks further into the room, motioning for me to follow him. He points the the bed, obviously indicating for me to lie down, and then he wanders into the bathroom. It occurs to me that he doesn't want to talk for fear of causing the two outside the door to strengthen their efforts at getting in. If I were feeling better I would be tempted to toss a few items against the walls, but even then I doubt the noise would reach the other side of the thick metal door. As it is I can barely hear Selphie and Dr. Kadowaki shouting for Squall to answer the door.
I crawl onto the bed and gently lower myself so that I'm lying on my stomach. My shoulder throbs from the wound being knocked around and I grit my teeth against the pain. I try to force myself to ignore the ache and shut my eyes. A little bit of sleep never hurt anybody, and at least it will let me escape. I'm drifting in that beautiful land between being asleep and being awake when suddenly a large bolt of pleasure with slightly painful undertones courses through my body, originating from my wing. I snap fully awake and jerk upwards, but then I feel a reassuring hand on my back.
"I'm just cleaning it off so there won't be an infection. I can't put a bandage on it, but I have something better." Squall removes his hand and resumes wiping the blood off my wing and shoulder with a handrag, which I presume he took from the bathroom.
I close my eyes and shake my head. "Ya don't gotta do that."
I can feel him shrug. "You didn't have to save me."
I snort. "Technically I did, but I guess I can deal with the whole noble sacrifice thing."
"Whatever." He stops cleaning me and throws the rag off to the side. I almost protest the fact that the blood can't possibly be gone, when suddenly his hands are on me again, massaging some thick liquid onto my wounded areas. I arch my back at the feel of his hands on my wings and clench my fists. I *hate* how fucking sensitive these wings are, especially at a time like this. It's all I can do to surpress a moan when Squall comes across a sensitive spot on the edge of the wing; instead I clench my teeth. "Squall," I manage to grit out, "what the hell are you doing?"
He waits a moment before answering, and I let out a whining moan in the silence (Oh, shut up. I'd like to see *you* try to be all quiet with pleasure such as this...). Squall laughs quietly at my reaction. "Like I said, I can't bandage it because other living people would just see the bandages floating down the hallway. I'm rubbing a potion over the wound, sometimes it helps the pain."
I don't answer that, and he continues for a while longer under the pretext that it hasn't healed enough. Personally I think he just enjoys watching me suffer. Finally he stands and tosses the potion bottle away, and then sits down opposite me on Rinoa's bed. I don't know wether to be relieved or annoyed that he stopped, but my dignity wins out over more discreet areas. Relieved it is.
We both stare into space for a while, before the silence becomes to oppressive for me. I snap my fingers, and he seems to snap out of a daze. Hn, you just have to love Squally land. "By the way, it wasn't Loki who sent that stupid rose. Turns out theres a bunch of angels around here, and they're almost all as incredibly fucked up as Loki, at least from what I saw. The guy that sent the rose is probably worse than Loki is, if he's ever given the chance to prove it. His name is.. Nickolai, or something equally stupid."
Squall is silent for a moment, just staring at a point above my head, and I almost think he didn't hear me. Then he says, "why are there a bunch of angels?"
Of all the lines he could have possibly picked up on...oh well, I guess he'll find out sooner or later. I shrug. "It seems some angels have got it into their heads that I'm supposed to fuck you for some greater cause."
He narrows his eyes at me. "Excuse me?"
I shrug again. "It's sort of a long story, but that's basically it." I smirk at his shocked expression. "Ah, no worries Leonhart. I may be bi, but I know my limits, and your ass is way beyond them. Except in my dreams, of course." I waggle my eyebrows at him.
His momentarily stunned expression is priceless, and I just have to laugh. The laugh intensifies when Princess Rinoa herself runs into the room and catches her knight staring wide eyed at a bed.
She throws her arm around him. "Oh Squall! I heard ALL about it from Selphie, are you all right?"
Squall switches his gaze to her face, and I can just guess his thoughts. I imagine they're something along the lines of, 'well let's see, yesterday my worst enemy came back from the dead and has to spend Hyne knows how much time in my presence, said enemy now has it buried somewhere deep in the back of his brain that he wants to fuck me, this morning I received a rose from a dead person who also seems intent on getting Seifer to have sex with me, I had a knife thrown at me and am only alive because of said enemy, who I am now indebted to, and who I now have to spend even more time with'. He forces a smile for her benefit. "I'm just great."
She smiles, the action oddly making the room seem brighter. "Well good, in that case, I suppose I have some excellent news!" She pauses dramatically. "Laguna's here! He started the journey yesterday, doesn't he just have the best timing?"
I raise my eyebrow at Squall, who seems to have suddenly developed a tic in the left side of his face. "Yo, Squall, who's Laguna?"
"......." Twitch.
Well *that* was helpful. I snort and look back at Rinoa, who pats Squall on the back and turns to leave. Of course, she just has to deliver the finishing blow. "Laguna wants to have brunch with you as soon as possible. Actually, he's in the cafeteria right now! He's just the nicest man." She smiles dreamily and sighs. "Oh well, I'll see you later, kay baby?"
Squall manages a strangled 'Kay' as she leaves, and then spends the better part of a minute staring blankly after her. "Well," I grin, "It would appear that there is never a dull moment around here."
Squalls turns and gives me a scathing glance, and then stands up, stretches, and leaves. I follow him at a relatively sedate pace. "Soo," I begin, "Where ya going?"
"To eat with Laguna."
Right. "And Laguna is. . .?"
He frowns. "My father."
For a moment I decide I hadn't heard right. Leonhart is an orphan, there's no way in hell he can have a father.
The man next to me sighs. "Actually, there is a way in hell I can have a father. Laguna Loire, president slash king of Esthar." He notices my bemused expression. "I didn't believe it either, and that was even *before* I met him."
I'm about to make some smart ass comment when the three gossiping girls from yesterday approach us, or rather, Squall. It's somewhat unsettling for me to be standing there in all my shirtless glory and be ignored, but I guess that's just the rub.
"So I heard about the funeral fiasco yesterday," the first girl begins tactfully. "Were you and Seifer close?"
I scowl and poke Squall. "They're saying it all wrong again. Tell them my name isn't 'Seifer', it's '*Seifer*'"
He ignores me and blinks at them. "I suppose you could say that." I poke him again, hard. He frowns. "I think that wherever he is right now, he would want you to know that his name is pronounced 'Seifer'."
Girl number three raises an eyebrow. "'Seifer'? I like my way *so* much better." And with that they walk off, discussing another random topic.I mutter a quiet thanks to Squall and hope to Hyne that those girls will never become Angels in any form.
The cafeteria is as it should be, mostly empty, fairly quiet, the works. Or at least, it was quiet until we entered.
As we walk in the first thing I hear is a shout of "Squall!" The first thing I see is what appears to be a thirty some odd year old man jumping up and down waving his hands in the air. I stop and raise an eyebrow. Squall huffs. Meet Laguna, he thinks in my direction.
I look at him, somewhat surprised. "When did you learn to speak mindspeak?"
He seems about to answer when he is suddenly swept up (and I mean up literally, as in up off the ground) in a back breaking hug from this.. Laguna fellow. And yes, I do mean backbreaking. It's painful enough that it's even reflecting back to me. Thankfully Squall manages to shrug out of the hug quickly and takes a big step back. "Good morning, Laguna."
Laguna huffs in a perfect imitation of Squall. "What's so good about it? Word is out that you were attacked by a ruthless fiend!" Squall opens his mouth to speak, but Laguna shushes him. "Why don't we sit down first? I already ordered food. Coffee and a muffin for you, and hot chocolate with a strawberry pop-tart for me. Is that okay?"
I notice Squall's slight nose wrinkle at the mention of Laguna's sugary breakfast, but nods anyways. Laguna smiles brightly and, grabbing Squall by the arm, he drags the younger man to a table in the back. I plop down in the chair next to the younger man as Laguna sits across from him. "So," he begins, for the first time resembling a normal serious person. And, if I tilt my head slightly to the left, I can almost see how he's Squall's father... He continues. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"
And so Squall starts telling the story. Since I obviously already know how it goes I just stay out of it, although it is kind of amusing to see how Squall is trying to tell it without mentioing me. I look at Squall for a while for lack of anything better to do, and then look at Laguna, who almost appears to be going out of his way to overeact in all the right places. I sigh, overly bored, and roll my neck to relieve some tenseness. After several loud and painful sounding cracks I drum my fingers on the table for a bit, and then sigh again.
"You look bored." I jump at the feminine voice, and it laughs. I turn to look at the person in order to chew her out, and my eyes widen in surprise at the sight of her. She looks incredibly beautiful. Thankfully she, unlike Fey, has a sort of yellow shirt on to hide her breasts, leaving me to look at her face and her matching canary yellow wings. Her eyes are the color of an ocean storm, her skin is porcelain, and her hair is the color of a very rich chocolate. She looks so familiar...
She smiles softly. "You must be Seifer. I'm Raine, Squall's mother. Pleasure to finally meet you."
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Gah! I'm such a bad person! Sorry to end it here, but honestly, I'm just tired of this chapter! _ Bad B.S. ... Tut mir leid and all
Also, please forgive me on explaining a bunch of crud in one long original character rant.. I really didn't know how else to get the information. I mean it's not like Seifer would just know everything automatically, right? But hey, purple wings, ja? Go me
Note: I am no longer going to be making any deadlines for myself, because every time I do I miss them, and they seem to make me take longer (Just look at Prison Song, one update a week, my hiney). So henceforth, I have no idea when the next chapter will come, I'm hoping soon. Right now though I'm focusing on Amnesie. One lucky note is it's spring break, and spring break = lot's of writing time :D
By the way, let's all thank Redrum with great profusion, okay? She's the one who finally got the last chapter all uploaded, I would be dead without her, and my sanity would of course be shot to hell ^_^; I don't know why ff.net won't let me upload anything, it's such a pain in the butt :(
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Disclaimer: Not mine. Phft, I imagine hell would freeze over and my mom would admit the fact that yes, she farts just like any normal human being, before anything related to FF8 belonged to me. Aside from the game, of course ^_^
Warnings: More language, more bad writing, etc. etc. ^_^ Why do I even bother writing these warnings? I mean, everyone knows that this is a SxS slash story, and they know it's rated R, and they know I couldn't write a decent fic if someones cookie depended on it. At least you guys seem to like it (or, if you're still professing the fact that you hate it, well, it's chapter 7, and you've read it this far, so get over it =P)
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"SQUALL!" This has got to be the fifth time I've yelled after the boy since he made his exceedingly quick exit from the Cafeteria, the two of us now standing in the hallway in front of the training center. This being the case, I'm almost surprised when he stops walking and turns on me. His expression is neutral, but I'm feeling incredibly pissed off, an emotion I'm sure is coming from him. I lean over and catch my breath for a moment. Fuck, he sure can move fast when he gets his mind to it. After a few deep breaths I look up at him and frown. "Dammit Squall, you know there's no way in hell I sent that fucking card!"
Squall's eyes narrow at me as he recites the card's message back to me. "'Dear Squally, roses are red, violets are blue, your ass is sweet, can I have you?, Love Seifer'?" He huffs. "Just how many Seifer's do you know?"
I frown at him. "That's beside the point, and you know it."
He scoffs. "That may be beside the point, but honestly, Tall? Lot's of clothes? No hand? Dissapearing into thin air? Sound's an awful lot like an invisible man, if you ask me. Or maybe one of Hyne's Fucking Angels."
Fuck. The person who said that Squall never talked was full of shit . . . the man won't shut up around me. I flick my wings out quickly to relieve an annoying tenseness and straighten to glare down at him. "Okay, first of all, I was with you the *whole* time, so I couldn't have sent it in the first place. Second of all, it's not like I'm the only angel around here, okay?"
He glares right back up at me, never one to be fazed by my height advantage over him. "I sincerely doubt that Loki has any reason to send a note to me signed by you stating that fact that I have a sweet ass."
I snort, and briefly consider telling Squall about Loki's new project. Just for the record, I fully intend to kill Loki the next time I see him. Fuck the restrictions, and fuck the fact that he's already dead. Before I can say anything a loud cry of 'Squall!' comes from behind me. Squall and I both begin to reflexively turn towards the voice. Squall turns his attention towards the person, most likely pissed because the newcomer saw him talking to himself, as it would seem. I, on the other hand, don't get to turn far, or rather, I don't get to turn at all. My attention is immediately caught by a cloaked figure sneaking around the corner behind Squall, his hand tucked suspiciously under the heavy cape. I react without thinking as the man raises his hand. I grab Squall around the nearest part of his body, his neck, spin him around and pull him close to me so that I'm between him and the assassin. Squall is barely out of the line of fire before I hear the tell tale hiss of a thrown blade and feel the cold metal pin my wing to my shoulder at the exact place Squalls vulnerable neck had been moments before. I let out a strangled scream of surprise and hurt at the attack and fall to my knees, taking Squall with me. I squeeze my eyes shut against the pain and reach around and yank out the dagger, letting it fall harmlessly to the floor. From somewhere above me I hear an abnormally loud gunshot, which is followed by the dull thump of a body, presumably the assassin's, hitting the ground lifelessly.
With what seems to be to me an incredible show of strength I open my eyes, only to find myself staring into Squalls wide stormy ones. He's conscious at least, which I take to be a good sign. Quickly I drop my gaze to his neck, where dark bruises are already coming to life. I lift my left hand and feel the tender area gently in order to assess the damage.
Someone comes to stand over the two of us and stares quietly before dropping to her knees. Selphie, I should have known. Her bright green eyes look suspiciously bright from this angle as she sniffles. "Squall?! Are you okay? Irvine and I followed you because we were worried about you, and then we saw you glaring at something. Then we saw the man sneaking up behind you and Irvine tried to warn you and then..it was amazing!" She cheers up and a look of wonder comes onto her face. "Wham! You were just spun around in midair and the knife totally missed you! It was SO cool! You must have, like, a guardian angel or something!"
Squall looks up at me. More like a guardian pain in the ass.
I blink at the odd echo-ish sensation of mind speak, but don't waste too much time mulling over why exactly I can hear his thoughts. Instead I glare at him and release his neck. I stand up, favoring my injured shoulder and wing. "Fuck you princess, you'd be dead if it wasn't for....me..." For the first time it occurs to me that Squall isn't dead, when he really should be. So...this means I saved his life? I wait a second for something to happen, I dunno, maybe my wings will disappear, maybe Hyne will show up, maybe Quistis will streak through the small group that has congregated around a still highly pissed Squall, although to give him some credit the brunette at least has the decency to look vaguely confused. But nothing happens. Well fuck, forget Loki. With a scowl I add the Great Hyne to the list. Stupid bitch, lying to me about this...
I think I need to go for a walk. I don't bother stepping aound the gawking students; I just pass right through them while sort of enjoying their obvious discomfort at the situation. I don't get very far though before I feel a tugging sensation around my midsection. I glare down at myself and keep moving. The feeling gets stronger the farther I go and finally, just like I'm attached to a giant rubber band, I go sailing through the air backwards towards Squall. Thankfully the surprised man manages to move out of my way before I bowl him over, and instead of hitting him I land heavily on my wounded shoulder. The pain takes a second to fully settle in, and when it does I scream out what sounds vaguely like a long string of cuss words beginning, ending, and punctuated in between with the the ever useful F-word. I look up at him, scowling, both of us confused with my short flying spell.
Before one of us can say something I'm distracted by a face in the crowd... Loki. With a growl I jump up and throw myself at him, fully intending to rip his throat out. However, before I can get to him another person latches onto me from behind and holds my arms tightly. My moment of confusion over another person touching me is erased when I see the persons large dark blue wings with the customary silver veins stretching in front of me. If it wasn't for my injury I doubt I would have any trouble getting away from the one holding me, but I give it a fair enough fight as it is. Just as I'm about to twist free another angel appears in front of me with arms outstretched, the newcomer seeming intent on preventing my escape. I gape in amazement. The first thing I notice is the purple wings that are slightly smaller than the ones I've seen thus far. The second thing I notice is the Angel's shirtless attire, which would be perfectly fine and normal..if the angel wasn't a female. And believe you me, she *definitely* was not hiding behind the door when Hyne was handing out big bazoo...
"Bout fucking time you stopped struggling, idiot." The Angel behind me releases his grip and I stumble foreward. The Angel, a tall man with blonde hair and steel grey eyes, goes to stand next to the topless female. He crosses his arms across his chest and looks me into the eye. Loki comes to stand by the two and smiles at me meekly.
"Heh...morning again, Seifer." I scowl at him and he skips the pleasantries. "Hokay, point taken. Well, I suppose you have a couple little questions, which is pretty much the reason I've brought my fellow Angels." He mutters something else under his breath, of which I can make out the words 'personal protection', and then sighs.
I narrow my eyes at him. "Listen Lokana, I know you think you have this little project thing going, but as I told you earlier, NO. FUCKING. WAY. What the fuck did you think that note would accomplish?"
He winces at the use of his given name, and then adopts a hurt air. "Why, my dear boy, of course you told me of your opposition to our harmless plan, and of course I relayed your misgivings to my colleagues, but they wouldn't listen! Given that, it wasn't *me* that delivered the letter, it was him!"
He points at the tall blond angel, who in turn smirks and waves at me. Oh God...not another one. I'm getting so fucking tired of these angels with their self-centered smirks and their damn ability to piss me off to the point of genocide. I glare at the tall man, and the woman steps foreward. She rolls her eyes at me. "Believe me, you won't get anywhere talking to these idiots. I'll tell you now, the note is merely one step in the greater scheme of things. What else do you want to know?"
She crosses her arms and stares at me expectantly with her deep green eyes, the move unfortunately making her arms double up as a push up bra. Fuck..I will NOT stare at her boobs... I gulp and stare at the top of her head, making myself concentrate on her dark hair. "Well, given the fact that I saved Squall's ass, I could have sworn that something was supposed to happen... you know, kind of along the lines of me *being reborn*! "
She laughs, a light tinkling sound. "Actually love, you're close. Your mission from Hyne was to merely guard the boy, and if your deeds are approved as worthy then yes, you will ultimately be reborn. You are on the right track though." She snaps her fingers and a large book appears out of nowhere. "This here is the book of the dead. Everyones deaths are listed here."
I raise an eybrow. "Deaths, plural? I thought someone could only die once, or are you taking into fact several different rebirths?"
The blond man takes over for her. "No, just one lifetime. You see, everyone has several official deaths scheduled. You see, sometimes the first official death is avoided, and so there has to be a second official death planned in order for the person to be able to gain a holy death." I blink at him, and he sighs. "Okay, for example..." he flips to a page in the middle of the book "...this person here was supposed to die the first time in a train accident. However, his wife went into labor the day the train was to leave, so he avoided that death (and that kid was one damned ugly baby, if I do say so myself). If there was no death for him to fall back on he would have been sentenced to wander the world forever after his actual death, because everybody has to die a death foretold by Hyne. Luckily this man had five deaths planned. He managed to avoid his first three, and eventually ended up dying the fourth ordained death."
Damn. "What happened to him?"
The blond shrugs. "Kicked a rock, which earned him a bloody toe, which caused him to be sent to the hospital, where they served him poisoned salmon, which caused him to have his stomach pumped, which caused a severe allergic reaction to the plastic that was used, which caused him to break out in hives, which somehow gave him a horrible fever, which caused him to open a window during the night in the middle of a snowstorm, which gave him hypothermia, which quickly killed him." He apparently notices my amused but slightly amazed expression, because he shrugs and says, "What can I say? Hyne must have been desperate for him to die, and Hyne, even she's allowed to get creative every once in a while."
I chuckle slightly before prompting for the obvious. "Why tell me any of this?"
The girl shoves the man out of the way while ignoring his annoyed grumblings "Come on Nicholai, move over a bit. There we go. Okay, seeing as to how that this Squall fellow is a destined guardian, Hyne wants him to get safely to the Overworld, see? So this means that he has to die naturally, by one of the foretold official deaths." She sees my blank face and sighs in exasperation. "Honestly! Okay, basically, he can't die any other death than the official death. There are of course several *un*official deaths written in, one of which was the assassination attempt just now. Unofficial deaths include assassination, murder, suicide, etcetra; anything that's not included in the official section of the book. Your job is to prevent all of the unnofficial deaths and make it possible for Squall to die an official death. The thing is, one unofficial death is way more important than the others. It's the final unofficial death, and if you prevent this death, you will be reborn, got it?"
I nod. She grins. "Good! Okay, what else?"
"Well," I begin slowly, "you could always tell me how I'm able to read Leonhart's thoughts now, and why I was thrown across the room earlier, that is, if it isn't too much trouble."
Loki holds a hand up. "I'll handle this one, Fey." The woman, presumably named Fey, steps back quite bouncily and I have to force myself not to stare at the ensuing jiggling of the breasts. Instead I focus on my dark winged mortal enemy. Unfotunately for me, the feat is something along the lines of not reading the little captions that run across the TV during a newscast..Loki being the newscast, Fey's ... 'chest area' being the captions. Loki smirks and shakes his head at me, most likely reading my thoughts, but thankfully he doesn't mention anything. "Basically it's all part of the bond. Whenever you save him the two of you will grow stronger together, on top of the bond that's already slowly forming. Or at least that's the theory, before you it was only the guardian who benifitted from the bond. A few of us are quite curious to see if Squall will be able to read your thoughts as well. And as for the flying through the air...that's the easy part. The more time you spend with him the closer you'll get to him, figuratively and literally. Right now the force of the pull isn't that strong for you; I imagine you can still get away up to about a hundred feet or so. If you get far enough away you go flying back to the protected, kind of an insurance that you won't run. Of course there are certain ways to counteract the spell, but they're different for each person." He flashes a dazzling grin at me. "In the mean time you can use your closeness to our advantage, and get closer to Squall!"
I hold up a hand. "First of all: like hell. And second of all, when you say a 'few' of you, how many exactly is a few?"
Loki whistles and Nicholai smirks at me. "I'd say a hundred, give or take seven or eight."
My eyes widen. "What the fuck!? You mean that theres going to be a hundred of you fuckers trying to get us together? Oh, *hell* no!"
Loki nods at me. "Heavens yes. My advice to you is to give it up already." He peers at me. "And if you think you can honestly say that you don't have feelings for him, forget it. Remember, I was your guardian for eighteen years, by the time you died I could see your dreams. And by the way, while Squall is athletic, I doubt he's *that* flexible. Bye bye now." He waves at me.
I tilt my head, but before I can ask anything else I can feel myself being flung through the air again. I manage to avoid Squall, who is practically running, but manage to jolt the hell out of my still bleeding wing and shoulder. One look behind me tells me all I need to know about Squall's fast pace; both Selphie and Dr. Kadowaki are hard on the poor boys heels. I follow his excellent example and run like a bat out of Hell (which, oddly enough, I just could be).
The two of us race for the dormitories, the two females from Hell hot on our heels. They almost gain on us, Selphie in the lead, when Squall breaks into a mad dash for his dorm. He jumps inside and slams the door, leaving me to fall through the metal. Not the funnest thing to do, but look at the alternative... Both of us lean against the wall, panting heavily. I jump slightly when there is a loud pounding on the door, and then there is a sharp crack, which sounds suspiciously like a full blown smack from Strange Vision. Once again I wonder where that girl hides everything in that little dress. I look at Squall and catch his eye, and the two of us raise our eyebrows. I grin at the humor in the situation, but the grin quickly fades into a grimace as I stand and feel the full pain of the knife wound on my back. Squall stands and walks further into the room, motioning for me to follow him. He points the the bed, obviously indicating for me to lie down, and then he wanders into the bathroom. It occurs to me that he doesn't want to talk for fear of causing the two outside the door to strengthen their efforts at getting in. If I were feeling better I would be tempted to toss a few items against the walls, but even then I doubt the noise would reach the other side of the thick metal door. As it is I can barely hear Selphie and Dr. Kadowaki shouting for Squall to answer the door.
I crawl onto the bed and gently lower myself so that I'm lying on my stomach. My shoulder throbs from the wound being knocked around and I grit my teeth against the pain. I try to force myself to ignore the ache and shut my eyes. A little bit of sleep never hurt anybody, and at least it will let me escape. I'm drifting in that beautiful land between being asleep and being awake when suddenly a large bolt of pleasure with slightly painful undertones courses through my body, originating from my wing. I snap fully awake and jerk upwards, but then I feel a reassuring hand on my back.
"I'm just cleaning it off so there won't be an infection. I can't put a bandage on it, but I have something better." Squall removes his hand and resumes wiping the blood off my wing and shoulder with a handrag, which I presume he took from the bathroom.
I close my eyes and shake my head. "Ya don't gotta do that."
I can feel him shrug. "You didn't have to save me."
I snort. "Technically I did, but I guess I can deal with the whole noble sacrifice thing."
"Whatever." He stops cleaning me and throws the rag off to the side. I almost protest the fact that the blood can't possibly be gone, when suddenly his hands are on me again, massaging some thick liquid onto my wounded areas. I arch my back at the feel of his hands on my wings and clench my fists. I *hate* how fucking sensitive these wings are, especially at a time like this. It's all I can do to surpress a moan when Squall comes across a sensitive spot on the edge of the wing; instead I clench my teeth. "Squall," I manage to grit out, "what the hell are you doing?"
He waits a moment before answering, and I let out a whining moan in the silence (Oh, shut up. I'd like to see *you* try to be all quiet with pleasure such as this...). Squall laughs quietly at my reaction. "Like I said, I can't bandage it because other living people would just see the bandages floating down the hallway. I'm rubbing a potion over the wound, sometimes it helps the pain."
I don't answer that, and he continues for a while longer under the pretext that it hasn't healed enough. Personally I think he just enjoys watching me suffer. Finally he stands and tosses the potion bottle away, and then sits down opposite me on Rinoa's bed. I don't know wether to be relieved or annoyed that he stopped, but my dignity wins out over more discreet areas. Relieved it is.
We both stare into space for a while, before the silence becomes to oppressive for me. I snap my fingers, and he seems to snap out of a daze. Hn, you just have to love Squally land. "By the way, it wasn't Loki who sent that stupid rose. Turns out theres a bunch of angels around here, and they're almost all as incredibly fucked up as Loki, at least from what I saw. The guy that sent the rose is probably worse than Loki is, if he's ever given the chance to prove it. His name is.. Nickolai, or something equally stupid."
Squall is silent for a moment, just staring at a point above my head, and I almost think he didn't hear me. Then he says, "why are there a bunch of angels?"
Of all the lines he could have possibly picked up on...oh well, I guess he'll find out sooner or later. I shrug. "It seems some angels have got it into their heads that I'm supposed to fuck you for some greater cause."
He narrows his eyes at me. "Excuse me?"
I shrug again. "It's sort of a long story, but that's basically it." I smirk at his shocked expression. "Ah, no worries Leonhart. I may be bi, but I know my limits, and your ass is way beyond them. Except in my dreams, of course." I waggle my eyebrows at him.
His momentarily stunned expression is priceless, and I just have to laugh. The laugh intensifies when Princess Rinoa herself runs into the room and catches her knight staring wide eyed at a bed.
She throws her arm around him. "Oh Squall! I heard ALL about it from Selphie, are you all right?"
Squall switches his gaze to her face, and I can just guess his thoughts. I imagine they're something along the lines of, 'well let's see, yesterday my worst enemy came back from the dead and has to spend Hyne knows how much time in my presence, said enemy now has it buried somewhere deep in the back of his brain that he wants to fuck me, this morning I received a rose from a dead person who also seems intent on getting Seifer to have sex with me, I had a knife thrown at me and am only alive because of said enemy, who I am now indebted to, and who I now have to spend even more time with'. He forces a smile for her benefit. "I'm just great."
She smiles, the action oddly making the room seem brighter. "Well good, in that case, I suppose I have some excellent news!" She pauses dramatically. "Laguna's here! He started the journey yesterday, doesn't he just have the best timing?"
I raise my eyebrow at Squall, who seems to have suddenly developed a tic in the left side of his face. "Yo, Squall, who's Laguna?"
"......." Twitch.
Well *that* was helpful. I snort and look back at Rinoa, who pats Squall on the back and turns to leave. Of course, she just has to deliver the finishing blow. "Laguna wants to have brunch with you as soon as possible. Actually, he's in the cafeteria right now! He's just the nicest man." She smiles dreamily and sighs. "Oh well, I'll see you later, kay baby?"
Squall manages a strangled 'Kay' as she leaves, and then spends the better part of a minute staring blankly after her. "Well," I grin, "It would appear that there is never a dull moment around here."
Squalls turns and gives me a scathing glance, and then stands up, stretches, and leaves. I follow him at a relatively sedate pace. "Soo," I begin, "Where ya going?"
"To eat with Laguna."
Right. "And Laguna is. . .?"
He frowns. "My father."
For a moment I decide I hadn't heard right. Leonhart is an orphan, there's no way in hell he can have a father.
The man next to me sighs. "Actually, there is a way in hell I can have a father. Laguna Loire, president slash king of Esthar." He notices my bemused expression. "I didn't believe it either, and that was even *before* I met him."
I'm about to make some smart ass comment when the three gossiping girls from yesterday approach us, or rather, Squall. It's somewhat unsettling for me to be standing there in all my shirtless glory and be ignored, but I guess that's just the rub.
"So I heard about the funeral fiasco yesterday," the first girl begins tactfully. "Were you and Seifer close?"
I scowl and poke Squall. "They're saying it all wrong again. Tell them my name isn't 'Seifer', it's '*Seifer*'"
He ignores me and blinks at them. "I suppose you could say that." I poke him again, hard. He frowns. "I think that wherever he is right now, he would want you to know that his name is pronounced 'Seifer'."
Girl number three raises an eyebrow. "'Seifer'? I like my way *so* much better." And with that they walk off, discussing another random topic.I mutter a quiet thanks to Squall and hope to Hyne that those girls will never become Angels in any form.
The cafeteria is as it should be, mostly empty, fairly quiet, the works. Or at least, it was quiet until we entered.
As we walk in the first thing I hear is a shout of "Squall!" The first thing I see is what appears to be a thirty some odd year old man jumping up and down waving his hands in the air. I stop and raise an eyebrow. Squall huffs. Meet Laguna, he thinks in my direction.
I look at him, somewhat surprised. "When did you learn to speak mindspeak?"
He seems about to answer when he is suddenly swept up (and I mean up literally, as in up off the ground) in a back breaking hug from this.. Laguna fellow. And yes, I do mean backbreaking. It's painful enough that it's even reflecting back to me. Thankfully Squall manages to shrug out of the hug quickly and takes a big step back. "Good morning, Laguna."
Laguna huffs in a perfect imitation of Squall. "What's so good about it? Word is out that you were attacked by a ruthless fiend!" Squall opens his mouth to speak, but Laguna shushes him. "Why don't we sit down first? I already ordered food. Coffee and a muffin for you, and hot chocolate with a strawberry pop-tart for me. Is that okay?"
I notice Squall's slight nose wrinkle at the mention of Laguna's sugary breakfast, but nods anyways. Laguna smiles brightly and, grabbing Squall by the arm, he drags the younger man to a table in the back. I plop down in the chair next to the younger man as Laguna sits across from him. "So," he begins, for the first time resembling a normal serious person. And, if I tilt my head slightly to the left, I can almost see how he's Squall's father... He continues. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"
And so Squall starts telling the story. Since I obviously already know how it goes I just stay out of it, although it is kind of amusing to see how Squall is trying to tell it without mentioing me. I look at Squall for a while for lack of anything better to do, and then look at Laguna, who almost appears to be going out of his way to overeact in all the right places. I sigh, overly bored, and roll my neck to relieve some tenseness. After several loud and painful sounding cracks I drum my fingers on the table for a bit, and then sigh again.
"You look bored." I jump at the feminine voice, and it laughs. I turn to look at the person in order to chew her out, and my eyes widen in surprise at the sight of her. She looks incredibly beautiful. Thankfully she, unlike Fey, has a sort of yellow shirt on to hide her breasts, leaving me to look at her face and her matching canary yellow wings. Her eyes are the color of an ocean storm, her skin is porcelain, and her hair is the color of a very rich chocolate. She looks so familiar...
She smiles softly. "You must be Seifer. I'm Raine, Squall's mother. Pleasure to finally meet you."
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Gah! I'm such a bad person! Sorry to end it here, but honestly, I'm just tired of this chapter! _ Bad B.S. ... Tut mir leid and all
Also, please forgive me on explaining a bunch of crud in one long original character rant.. I really didn't know how else to get the information. I mean it's not like Seifer would just know everything automatically, right? But hey, purple wings, ja? Go me
Note: I am no longer going to be making any deadlines for myself, because every time I do I miss them, and they seem to make me take longer (Just look at Prison Song, one update a week, my hiney). So henceforth, I have no idea when the next chapter will come, I'm hoping soon. Right now though I'm focusing on Amnesie. One lucky note is it's spring break, and spring break = lot's of writing time :D
By the way, let's all thank Redrum with great profusion, okay? She's the one who finally got the last chapter all uploaded, I would be dead without her, and my sanity would of course be shot to hell ^_^; I don't know why ff.net won't let me upload anything, it's such a pain in the butt :(
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