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After both had cleaned up the glass and blood, Seifer dropped himself unceremoniously on the couch, "this is a nice dorm," he whistled, looking around, "only the best for Mr. Leonheart."

Squall made a sound Seifer couldn't quite interpret, but it seemed a grumble.

"Is Rinoa gonna mind me staying here with you tonight?" Seifer leaned back, getting comfortable, a tease in his tone.

"Rinoa moved out some time ago," Squall was digging through a closet, looking for an extra blanket, "and the only reason you're staying here is because I don't know the code to the free dorm rooms. I'll get that set up tomorrow."

"Ah, no wonder you were sulking about town," Squall shot him a glare, "so little Rinny dumped you. Knew it was coming," he smirked, "Your grouchy ass isn't bearable for long, especiall-uff," the pillow Squall had hurled at Seifer hit him square in the face, "take it easy. You might hurt yourself Squally."

Squall sighed, "I guess I deserve this for letting you stay." Tossing him the blanket, he walked into the bedroom, stripping his dirty clothes, "but don't push it Seifer. I might just change my mind."

"Admit it already, you enjoy having me around," Seifer arrogantly announced, raising his voice to be heard through the wall, "I make it interesting."

"I wouldn't consider torture interesting," Squall's muffled voice came back.

Seifer, feeling in a better mood than he had in months, decided he hadn't bugged Squall enough yet, since he was actually answering him. Getting up quietly, Seifer skulked into the bedroom with the grace of a cat, or thief. His lips spread into a wide grin as he took in an almost nude Squall.

Squall was taking off his griever necklace, standing beside the night stand in black boxers, completely unaware of piercing jade eyes taking in the delicious sight. It was a good thing for Squall that he had decided to wear the black boxers that night.

He really does manage to hide that body well

Squall had a slight slouch as he undid the lock, giving Seifer a full view of the beautiful body. A hard body that didn't overpower the small figure, with hours of training shining through taut under the blemish-free creamy skin that seemed to glow almost. Seifer found he caught his breath as a message rang loud and clear; Squall was fucking hot.

He found himself suddenly rushed with urges that his mind quickly explained away. He just couldn't think of Squall like that, besides, it would be far too much work to get him in bed anyhow, and Seifer wouldn't want to imagine the morning after.

No, he liked it as it was, not that he'd ever admit it to Squall, among other things, but he actually held a deep fondness for their relationship, and a deep rooted respect; Squall was the only one worth his time, the only one he found interesting and just honest with him a way people weren't.

Seifer leaned on the door frame, forcing his train of thoughts to end there when a wolfish grin appeared instead. Squall must have finally sensed him and whirled around at the intruder, his gorgeous eyes bright with shame and anger, "What are you doing?" he pressed his lips together as he quickly grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms and slipped them on to hide his exposure.

"Nothing, just enjoying the view," He answered honestly.

"Asshole," Squall growled, slipping the top on and stalking off into the bathroom.

Seifer chuckled, amused. This was just really too easy, in fact, he really did think Squall must have softened up since something like that wouldn't have affected him in the past. He sometimes wondered what it would be like to be inside that pretty little head, just for a minute even.

He pulled off his coat and sweater, he couldn't sleep in turtle necks, and wrapped himself with the blanket. He knew Squall was going out on a limb for him, and that tomorrow was going to be a turning point. Ah hell, he'll just deal with it. He really wasn't worried, or so he tried to convince himself.

He thought he should show a slight bit of appreciation at least to Squall, and just maybe even lay off the teasing for a while.

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Squall stirred, a noise slowly etching into his consciousness and waking him. He opened his tired eyes slowly, looking at the time. He had only been sleeping for a few hours. The sound again snatched his attention, causing him to sit up. His eyes fixed on the closed door of his bedroom.

The sounds were coming from the living room. Listening to dead silence carefully, he heard it again, this time the sound clear. It was Seifer.

Squall slid out of bed, the floor beneath his feet a little cool from his open window. It was a cooler night, but a quiet one, the comforting sound of wind through the nearby trees missing from this already strange night.

Another soft moan was heard as Squall unlocked his door, he hadn't trusted the blond and had locked his room. He stepped into the living room, his eyes straining to see in the dark until he saw the outline of a body on the couch.

Seifer must have been dreaming, or having a nightmare. A sound suspiciously similar to a whimper was emitted from Seifer as he seemed to struggle to move, but the sleep paralysis left him immobile, but for his muscles jerking to try to move, as if to get away.

Squall frowned as he stepped closer, perhaps he should wake the blond. Seeing the pained expression on the angelic face, the fair eyelashes fluttered with the nightmare, Squall felt his concern grow as he now stood before Seifer.

"Seifer," he said softly, "wake up." He wasn't sure of what do, he reached down, seeing Seifer hadn't heard him, he tried to shake him awake but froze when he saw the anguish on Seifer's face at his touch. As if burned he jerked his hand back and stared wide eyed at the still sleeping blond.

He felt his heart grow heavy as he started to slowly realize what may have happened to Seifer in the course of the year since he had joined the sorceress. Squall sighed softly, unable to stop a sadness at the realization. He reached down again, softly touching the damp cheek, his own hand cool to the touch.

He dreaded seeing that flinch again, wincing slightly at the reaction, but paused when he saw the expression soften when Squall's hand stayed where it was and didn't move. Squall frowned at the thought that Seifer must have been expecting the touch to be one of pain. Things aren't the same as they were, are they?

Squall's hand unconsciously began to stroke the cheek softly, almost tenderly, and only upon seeing the blond visibly relax did Squall yank his hand back. He hadn't noticed he had started to do that, but what disturbed him was the child-like expression on Seifer's face as he had leaned into the soft caress.

Squall hand turning into a fist as a deep scowl appeared on his face. He felt his heart racing, but he didn't understand why. The need to suddenly want to touch Seifer caused a panic to flood through him.

What is going on with me? Squall quickly retreated to his bedroom and only once he locked the door did he let out a long breath. He felt hazy, and very confused. Looking at his hand as if it had betrayed him, he mumbled a soft curse and climbed into his bed, forcing his mind to shut up. He swore he would make sure Seifer never found out about this.

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Squall was awakened once again by something unfamiliar to him; the scent of something cooking, and it smelled good.

Rolling out of bed, Squall washed his face before checking on the appetizing scent filling the dorm. Briefly he wondered if Seifer remembered anything, but quickly put that worry to rest when he saw the tall blond grin at him when he came to examine the food on the stove.

"You cooked?" Squall raised a brow. There was an exquisite looking omelet with herbs, bacon and Hyne only knew what else, a plate set with toast stood by the stove.

"Is it surprising to know I cook?" Seifer finished the omelet, sliding it into a large plate.

"Yes," Squall said simply and sat at the table, his hair wild and untamed, was getting in his eyes.

"Why don't you cut it?" Seifer noticed his struggle.

"Cant be bothered. Just gonna grow back," he shrugged, sipping at some juice.

"Now that's a good reason," Seifer placed the rest of the breakfast down and joined Squall at the small table, "alright," Seifer said excitedly.

"I don't eat breakfast," Squall muttered as he finished his juice.

"Why not?" Seifer started to serve himself.

"Dunno," Came the simple answer.

"That will change once you try this. I've been told I'm a good cook," Seifer served Squall a portion, a proud grin. Seifer bit back a further comment along the lines he was also told he was good at something else, but watched instead as Squall picked at it with his fork tentatively before trying, chewing a piece slowly and in complete silence. Squall couldn't help but feel like he would try it for Seifer's sake; he couldn't get rid of Seifer's pained expression from his mind.

His complete silence unnerved Seifer. "Well? What do you think?"

"Not bad," Squall finished the bite.

"Not bad?" Seifer frowned a little, "guess that's a complement coming from you," smirking a little, Squall was still groggy and didn't say much more. Seifer himself was anxious and wide awake.

"So what's the plan?" Seifer asked between bites, happy to note Squall was eating the rest of his portion.

"Plan?"

"Yeah, or am I going to hide out in your room for the rest of my life? Not that Id mind," Seifer gave him a sultry look.

Squall rolled his eyes, "I have to speak with Quistis first, set up a room for you. Then I have to call a student and faculty meeting to announce you,"

"Announce me? What the hell?" Seifer raised a fair brow, "why would you do that?"

"Because it's standard procedure," Squall's answers were only causing more questions.

"Standard procedure for what?" Seifer frowned slightly at the answer, a hint of worry in his deep rich eyes.

"For all new instructors," Squall paused his fork in midair, catching his eyes as he answered.

"What? Me? Teaching?" Seifer laughed, "You have to be kidding." He stared at Squall amused.

"You don't think you can handle it?"

"I can handle it, but do you really think that's such a good idea?"

"I don't see why not," Squall dabbed his lips dry and started to clean up.

"Come on, no one is going to want me as their instructor, whether I can teach or not." Seifer stood too, following Squall's lead.

"Its something they'll have to adjust to," Squall held his gaze, "we all have to adjust."

"I don't know," Seifer shook his head.

"You don't have to, it's not your choice," Squall's tone changed, carrying finalization and no room to argue. "Don't forget that as long as you're here, you are to do what I ask of you within reasonable grounds," he studied the defiant blond, "I don't expect any less from you, and I won't give you any special treatment. If you have problems with what I ask of you, you'll bring it up to me."

"Yes Sir!" Seifer mock saluted.

"I'm serious, I can't have you disobeying me while others have to follow, it wouldn't be just," Squall knew Seifer wouldn't follow along that easily, but at least he tried.

"Yeah yeah, I get it," Seifer huffed, "I have to follow your orders," a hint of mischief in his eyes, "but you know how I am at following orders."

"Seifer," Squall spoke with warning, "don't make it harder by causing trouble."

"Hyne, you sound like Quistis," Seifer said with disgust, "you've been hanging around her too much."

Squalls glare caused Seifer to go on, "Fine, whatever. I'll try, but I can't promise anything," he sighed, "I think me being here might upset some people."

"Lets see what happens," Squall ran his fingers through the mane of wild hair. "If anything happens, we'll just take care of it then."

"Alright, my life is in your hands," Seifer made a dramatic show of it.

"Don't say that," Squall felt a slight nervousness and fear at the comment.

Seifer simply shrugged, "mind if I use your shower?"

"Go ahead," Squall waved him off, "we'll need to go get your belongings later."

"Sounds like a plan," Seifer paused before going into the bathroom, "got a spare towel?"

"Use one of Rinoas. She left some behind," at Seifer's horrified expression he added, "I cleaned them. They're the blue ones, obviously."

"Thanks," with a click, Seifer locked the door. In the meantime, Squall made a few calls; there was a lot to be done. As he did so, he tried not to think of the naked man in his shower.


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"Isn't it a little late in the term to be admitting new students?" Quistis asked as she led Squall to the new dorm that had been set up upon his request.

"The circumstances are a little different," he said as little as possible to all her questions so far.

"How so?" She tested the code, it opened without hesitation.

"I'll explain later," he simply stated, she shrugged and watched as he examined the room, "alright, this will do." He started back to his room where an incredibly bored Seifer was playing with a stack of Triad cards. Quistis followed, finding her question unanswered, not having been dismissed by Squall. She wondered why he was acting so oddly.

He was talking a lot more for one, and seemed edgy, but she just had to be patient. She looked at Squall curiously when he led them to his accommodations. He went in and she assumed she was to follow as he left the door open behind him.

Quistis froze when she saw there was someone else there, her voice foreign in her ears, "Seifer?"

Seifer looked up from the table, his eyes darting between her and Squall who stood to the side, his arms folded and head hung so that his eyes were hidden by his hair. Seifer's natural reaction, he half grinned, half smirked, "Instructor," he stood, "bet you didn't expect to see me here,"

"Seifer," a puzzled expression on her face, wrinkling her nose a little under her glasses, "that really you?" She couldn't believe it; her emotions battled each other as she decided how to react.

"I know I look better," he laughed, "but I haven't changed that much."

Quistis stood staring at him, a deep frown crawling on her face. Seifer reflected it in worry, guess I shouldn't be surprised she's pissed. I better get used to this.

Quistis marched up to him, glaring at him, but Seifer just looked back at her calmly, waiting for the hit. Squall tensed, wondering if a warning had been needed.

Quistis bit her bottom lip as tears began to form and she threw her arms around a dumbfounded Seifer, hugging him tightly. Squall just raised an eyebrow as he shared a look with Seifer who didn't seem sure of what to do, deciding finally to hug the petite woman back.

"I was so worried about you Seifer," she mumbled into his chest, "But I knew you wouldn't want any of us seeking you out," she sniffed and pulled away, starting to gather herself up, "sorry," she smiled, embarrassed.

"Hey, don't worry," he half smiled, "I thought you were gonna hit me."

"Why would I do that?" she tilted her head, studying him. He shrugged, his expression relaxed. When he didn't try to be mean, Seifer was very tender looking, she noted.

"It's been so long. I've missed having someone to yell at in class," she laughed softly.

"I don't miss that. Good to no longer be stuck in those boring classes," he folded his arms.

"My class was boring?" Quistis's eyes wide.

"No, all classes were," he chuckled as she hit his arm lightly, "It's good to see you again Seifer." She touched his arm.

"Well, these are special circumstances then," she turned to Squall, "is that why you called the meeting?"

Squall nodded. "Well, this is going to be the only interesting meeting I've ever been to," she shook her head.

"There are a few things I need to do first before then," Squall checked the time, realizing he was running late, "I'll be back in an hour," promptly leaving with that.

Quistis studied Seifer quietly, while he found it awkward; they had never been close nor been alone much. He decided to sit down, leaning back comfortably while Quistis sat on the edge near him, her back straight as she crossed her legs and turned to Seifer.

"What you been doing with yourself all this time?"

"Just trying to make a living, keeping busy," he smirked, hinting at more. Quistis despite herself laughed, covering her mouth with her hand as did so in an old habit, "guess things haven't changed that much for you then."

"Not really," a curious question cross Seifer's mind, "So you and puberty boy an item now that Rinoa skipped out on him?" he laughed, remembering how obsessed she had been with the beautiful man.

Quistis blushed furiously, "What? Of course not, what made you think that?"

"Nothing, just remembering you liked the guy," he folded his hands behind his head, "no accounting for taste. Especially with me around."

"That was," she thought for a moment, "not what I believed. I'm glad with how it turned out," she took her cue from Seifer and leaned back on the couch, still managing to look proper, "besides, Squall seems to want to be alone. Breaking up with Rinoa and then working every breathing moment of the day. The last thing on his mind is romance."

Seifer perked up at the comment, "He broke up with Rinoa?"

Quistis nodded, "Rinoa didn't take it very well. She left right afterwards, she said she couldn't stand to be in the Garden anymore."

"Leonheart never did appreciate what he had," Seifer watched the light on the ceiling, though he didn't think much of the spoiled little bitch himself.

"It's better for them now actually," continuing with a secretive smile, "how about your romantic life?"

Seifer eyed her lustfully, "You tell me."

Quistis's eyes widened in surprise, but quickly laughed it off.

"You know me enough to know I've never been serious about anyone, and never will," he shrugged, "can't be bothered."

She watched his perfect profile, the soft high cheekbones just enough to offset the masculinity of his features, making him look gentle and angelic, his fair golden hair seemed to shine in the light, and those rich jade eyes expressive beyond belief. She sometimes found it too hard to look him in the eyes without being overwhelmed.

"Seifer," she asked gently, "why did you come back to the Garden? I'm glad to see you but what happened to change your mind?"

Seifer, moving only his eyes, watched her, seeing the worried expression, he just smiled broadly and lied, "I thought Id try again. Something new, and then leave again, reminding you how great it was to have me around. I have to make you all pine for me, too long passed and it might have worn off."

"Oh fine," she wrinkled her nose, "have it your way then. I'll just ask Squall."

"Like he'd tell ya," he laughed.

"You're right," she frowned, "he's too private and secretive about everything."

"Maybe there's something he has to hide," Seifer's tone was dark, causing Quistis to wonder at his words. Just as quickly, the seriousness passed with a wide grin from him.

"He should be back soon," she noted, "you ready?"

"Always," he gave her his winning smile. She just shook her head, smiling. He hasn't changed, expect maybe being nicer to me.


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Zell's wide blue eyes filled with shock and then great distress. Oh Hyne, not that chicken wuss business again, and not now that he was an instructor. Actually, that was something he really didn't want Seifer finding out about, it would only give the evil man more ammunition.

Seifer strutted over to the group, an ambiguous smile on his lips, his hands shoved in his black pants as he stood surprisingly quiet and without insult. Squall scanned the group, "Its best you found out before everyone else, seeing the past you all have," he folded his arms curtly, breaking off any greetings, "And I might need your back up if things get out of hand."

"Do you think that might happen?" Selphie's green orbs brimmed with worry, "I don't want to be fighting students and other SeeDs."

"I don't believe it will come to that, but anything is possible and we need to prepare for the worst," Squall remained curt, his responses short, he was forcing his personal feelings in the matter aside to the darkest recesses of his mind.

"Okay then, I guess we'll catch up later," Irvine gave Seifer a small node and smile, "good to have ya back." Selphie managed to steal a hug from the silent blond.

Squall tuned to where the auditorium was, his mind busy and anxious, but he hid it well, he always did, "Let's get going." His lazy tone the opposite of his mind set. Perhaps Seifer was right and this really was a stupid idea. Even if the introductions went well, will everyone just eventually forget about Almasy's past? He didn't believe so; it would be buried until Seifer did something that would lead to that eventual confrontation.

"Seifer, try to not be yourself," Squall instructed, keeping a brisk pace with Seifer at his side, Seifer's long legs keeping pace easily.

"What? You mean charming, irresistible and devilishly good looking?" he grinned, amused at Squall's exasperated expression and glare.

"This is hard enough without you being a cocky undeserving bastard," he shot back hotly.

"I never said I was deserving," Seifer replied absent mindedly. Squall glanced at him from the corner of his eye, wondering at Seifer's meaning. He shrugged it off as they reached their destination; a filled auditorium with a small stage and mic.

Squall breathed deeply, "Stay here until I ask for you. The rest of you spread around the front, but don't make it obvious, the more inconspicuous the better."

"How can the chicken boy go unnoticed?" Seifer snorted, "It would be like you walking into a gay bar without getting picked up."

"Hey!" Zell was stopped by Quistis's hand on his shoulder.

Squall stared at Seifer, "are you serious?" he hissed disbelieving.

"Lighten up a little Commander. It's only as big a deal as you make it seem," Seifer warned, his eyes sharp. He was right; Squall forced himself to treat it more lightly.

Zell shot a hurt look at Seifer as he walked by him, causing Seifer to blink a few times. Sheesh, touchy aren't we?

Squall waited a moment before it seemed most people were there and stepped onto the small rising.

"Good afternoon everyone," his clear masculine voice running through the large room. Seifer noticed for the first time that Squall had a very attractive voice, when he spoke that is, and when you could actually hear what he said. Shame that was so.

"I appreciate everyone showing up on such short notice. I only confirmed it myself recently," he kept his expression blank, his tone flowing and light.

"Most of you here remember the recent Sorceress war. The war in which my companions and I were directly involved," he paused, seeing several people nod, other's whisper among themselves.

"A war is never to be taken lightly, and there were numerous victims, as I'm sure all of you are aware," gauging his reaction, he went on, "some of these victims were not so obvious as the others, but they were no more at fault than any of the others."

He continued forcefully, "One of these victims is the reason for this meeting. The powerful sorceress used him, and it could have easily been any one of you in his place, but it had been him, and one can not be faulted for the cards they had been dealt," Squall turned to the darkened corner," Seifer, could you please join me up here."

A loud gasp and whispering spread like wildfire through the students; he could heard harsh comments and forced his face blank, admiring how Seifer managed to keep his face neutral; and gentle with no ill bearing.

"Silence please," Squall spoke loudly with command. The crowd quieted, curious to hear the next words, "I would like to believe this Garden is raising independent thinkers, who can judge for themselves beyond ignorance." He continued with a softness and gentleness, that though he forced, he portrayed convincingly, "I believe that of all of you here in the Garden."

Squall studied Seifer briefly, "I admit it might take some adjusting, but as SeeDs and future SeeDs, I would hope that is something all of you are well acquainted with. I myself had fought with Seifer during the war, and can say first hand he is not the same person."

He was drawing his speech to a close, "Seifer Almasy will be joining us as your instructor, I expect he will be treated with the same degree of respect as the rest. I thank you all for coming today, and if any of you wish to discuss this matter further, I have already advised your instructors that you bring up the matter to them. You may all return to your classes now, thank you." With that he gracefully left the auditorium.

"Well Commander, maybe you should take up Laguna's position when done," Seifer teased as he walked with him to the dorm. "If you ever change your mind about being a commander."

"Whatever," Squall hated speeches, and couldn't imagine a job with more than the rare ones as a Commander.

Seifer decided to stay quiet for a while. He hated the pity card Squall had to play, and how he had excuses for him, but he knew he had to bite down his pride. It took all his willpower to force his ego to shut up and deal with it.

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Once they reached Squall's dorm, the lithe brunette went straight into his bedroom to change. Seifer lounged around, not having brought anything with him. Squall reappeared after a few moments wearing a pair of light black slacks, and a long black simple coat with a white shirt underneath. It was cooler these days.

"I knew you'd start copying my fashion sense someday," Seifer eyed him oddly before he joined him at the door.

"Shut up Seifer," Squall sighed.

"Aren't you supposed to pretend we're getting along for the sake of the students?" he said casually.

Squall glared at him, "that's the only reason I'm coming with you to gather your things. Don't think that means I'm going to be nice, we just need to be seen together."

"You're right, it would be suspicious if you were nice," Seifer smirked.

Squall seemed not to even hear him, "I'll make sure the others are seen with you as well at separate times. The more familiar sight you are, the easier this whole drama will be," Squall's jaw was tense, they were making their way to the garage where a truck waited for them.

"I'm delighted my life is drama to you," Seifer answered with a hint of bitterness. Squall was uncertain of how he meant it, but kept silent.

Exchanging few words while they go into the truck large enough to carry the few pieces of Seifer's belongings, a snide remark found its way to Squall, with a question of how the little brunette could see over the wheel. Besides that, the ride was quiet.

Squall looked as annoyed and pissed as ever, or maybe that was just his natural expression. Seifer crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back in the stiff chair.

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Yawning, he stretched, resuming the earlier pose. "Damn Squall, you are one exciting conversationalist." Seifer stared at him, trying to agitate the man into responding, but with no luck.

Seifer slammed his fist on the dashboard, "Hyne! This is boring. Cant this piece of shit get there any faster?" He glared at Squall, "Why couldn't you use something faster? Like the Ragnorak."

"Nothing else was available on such short notice," emphasizing his last two words, "why don't you entertain yourself and stop bitching."

Seifer studied the Lion's proud profile as he drove, intently focused on the road ahead. A glint came into those deep eyes as a wicked smile spread across his lips. With a small shrug of his shoulder, "fine, if you insist."

Seifer slid over to Squall and craned his neck to bury his face in the crook of Squall's neck and shoulders, his gloved hand reaching down to rub Squall's firm thigh through the pants as his pink tongue licked at the creamy skin; the action almost caused Squall to crash as he suddenly swiveled, struggling to regain control of the vehicle.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he yelled.

"Entertaining myself as you suggested," Seifer's intruding mouth whispered against the smooth neck, his lips caressing it with soft wet kisses. Squall gasped; horrified he shoved Seifer hard enough to send him slamming into the passenger door.

"Oww Squall, that hurt man," Seifer rubbed his side.

"What the hell is your problem Seifer?" Squall spat, his eyes narrowed to slits as he glared at him between watching the road, "We almost crashed."

"But we didn't. Hyne, live a little would you," Seifer grumbled and settled back into his seat.

"If you pull a stunt like that again I'm going to make you regret it," a serious threat in his voice.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do? Maybe I should test this theory," Seifer grinned and being the bastard he was, reached over with his left gloved hand and squeezed Squall's crotch, causing the man to gasp loudly.

Squall yanked the arm off and suddenly Seifer felt his whole body turn numb and his mind begin to slow. The bastard cast sleep on me. What a time I picked to remove any protection against it.

"Heh, bastard. At least you've learned to play dirty," Seifer slurred his words as he fell heavily asleep, his head rolling to the side of the seat.

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AN: terribilita - Thanks!!! Im really glad you enjoy it -smiles- If anyone wants to be my beta reader, that would be great! Let me know :) I enjoy the tension first too! ;) Hehe...soon though..

Lyaeon - Aww..Thanks! -so happy- I was worried about them being OOC, so Im really happy people find them faithful to the true ones! Hope you enojoyed this chappie! Squall has alot of stuff going on in his head ;) hehe
As for Rinoa, I had to give some good qualities, both Seifer and Squall couldnt have had that bad a taste XD And I do feel loved -blush- thank you so much.

Peanut Gallery - Alaska's Own - I wish they did have the voices!! But I can completely picture that sexy voice...mmmmm... heheh.. ;) thankies for reviewing!!

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-Feels very loved and honoured- Thanks guys! Hope you enjoyed the chappie, it was a little slow but the next one is gonna have some long awaited yumminess!!! Heheh...finally ;)