Wolf: I don't own the SeeD, Fenerir, Flare's mom, or the teachers. Thanks for the reviews I'll try to update regularly.

Chapter 2: Garden.

" She looks fine!" Complemented a happy shopkeeper. Alloran admitted, she did look better than when last saw herself- which was one month ago.

Alloran kept her dirty blond hair boy sort so she wouldn't have to worry about it getting in her sapphire eyes. She now fashioned a black trench coat and a blue sweater underneath. Her pants were black and she kept her stone hanging in the open.

" We also have some fighting gloves to go with these for an additional hundred gil," suggested the shopkeeper with a gleam of greed in their eye.

" Taking up hand to hand combat? " Xu turned to Alloran. Alloran still felt as uncomfortable about how Xu looked when Alloran smirked. " Garden allows two majors." Alloran nodded. The shopkeeper pulled out an average looking pair of black gloves. A pretty standard pair probably worth about 60 gil. Yep they were getting gypped.

" We'll take it," Xu said not caring about the extra 40 gil. The shopkeeper smiled and packed away other things Xu bought for Alloran muttering how Garden always pays a lot.

" Hope you come back Xu," The lady smiled. Xu helped Alloran put the things in her bag and took Alloran to the bus station.

" This is where I leave you," Xu said without looking at Alloran. Alloran felt almost sad but she remembered that she knew Xu had better things to do. Xu handed her three cards.

" This is your bus card," Xu pointed to the blue card. " Your registration card," she pointed green this time. " And this card helps you pay for things in Garden," She indicated to the yellow card." It tells you're in gardens program so DON'T lose it."

" Thank you Xu," Alloran tried to keep her voice steady. Xu said her farewell and walked away. Alloran watched Xu till she disappeared; she somehow couldn't help but feel sad.

You knew it would come to this, Fenerir reminded her. You just love to remind me. Alloran thought bitterly. Don't worry, you'll probably see her again at Garden. Fenerir tried to comfort the words. Alloran knew Fenerir was right.

Alloran waited patiently for the bus watching other kids saying goodbye to their parents.

" My little Flare is growing up." Sobbed a mom.

Flare was about Alloran's age. He had spiky blond hair and baggy pants. He also had blue eyes like Alloran but not quite as dark. He kept punching the air and kicking. For some reason Alloran felt like making fun of him or something.

" Don't worry ma," he did a kick punch combo. " Dad ll' teach me and I'll become a martial artist like him!" He did a few flips and when he came near Alloran she stuck her leg out so subtly no one noticed. Flare did a face plant. Why did I just do that?! Alloran thought. Flare picked himself up.

" Yo, why'd ya trip me!?" He demanded jerking a thumb at Alloran. Stay calm. Fenerir advised.

" I have no idea what you're talking about," Alloran said coldly. " You tripped over your own feet."

" No way! I never trip!" Flare fumed. Alloran got up from her seat and glared at Flare.

" Stop it Flare!" Flare's mom went between them. " There's a first time for everything. I don't believe this girl would trip you." Flare and Alloran were glaring daggers at each other. " What do you say Flare?"

" I'm sorry I accused you of tripping me," Flare grumbled. Alloran didn't believe him but she just accepted it.

" I'm Bella Dincht, the wife of Zell Dincht. He's the hand to hand combat teacher at Garden ," Bella said proudly. She pushed Flare forward a bit. " This is my son Flare, I'm sure you two will be great friends." As if, Flare and Alloran thought at the same time.

" Flare!" A smiley brown haired kid with a cowboy hat ran to Flare.

" Sef! Man it's been one year man!" Flare forgot about Alloran and ran to his friend. Bella kissed her son goodbye as the intercom called for those going to Garden.

Alloran took a seat at the back since Flare and Sef were sitting at the front. A few other kids came on. Flare and Sef were talking about the commander's son Leo. That brought the interest of most kids in the bus. At least none would pester Alloran. As the bus slowly took off a kid started running after them.

" Wait, wait!" He panted. The bus was wad picking up speed, the entire bus was laughing at the kid. Immature brats! Alloran thought to herself. The kid was getting close to the back. Alloran opened the backdoor.

" Grab onto my hand!" Alloran shouted to him. The kid was panting hard, he took a leap and grabbed onto her hand pulling him into the bus.

" Phew thanks I thought I would have to take the midnight bus," He panted.

" Well no one else wanted to help," Alloran said bitterly. The kid shook his head.

" It's okay, at the orphanage I'm from no one pays attention to me," he laughed lightly. " I'm Casseil." ( A/N Cass- see- il.) Casseil extended his hand.

" I'm Alloran," Alloran shook his hand with a smirk. Casseil's eyes widened.

" Are you from a orphanage too?!"

" How can you tell?" Alloran asked. Casseil pointed to Alloran's yellow card. " I'm sure more than just orphan kids have these." Casseil shrugged.

" My orphanage is near Timber. A guy called Irvine came looking for volunteers for students. No one else volunteered so I did. He helped me get supplies for Garden and put me on a train to Balamb because he had a mission there. Since was it late I would have missed the bus if it wasn't for you. " Casseil blushed slightly. " How about you?" He stood up.

Alloran got a better look at him. He was skinny and was Alloran's age. He had short, slightly spiky brown hair and hazel eyes. He had a dark blue vest, a white t-shirt and battered dark blue jeans.

Alloran and Casseil sat down.

" My orphanage was not exactly as nice as yours probably," Alloran started remembering her days there. " It was near Dollet, the owner of the orphanage was a mean old bat named Miss. Fallow. She normally makes everyone do chores but when I was five she made me do the harder ones till I was the oldest there. Then she made me do all them. A week ago a lady called Xu came looking for volunteers so I took the job." Casseil gulped.

" Glad I wasn't there. What were your parents like?" Casseil asked trying to cheer her up. It bombed because Alloran felt a tug of sadness.

" I never knew them." Alloran wasn't going to tell Casseil they abandoned her. Casseil just left it there. The ride was pretty slow considering Balamb was close to where Garden had parked.

" Look there's Garden!" Yelled one of the kids. Alloran and Casseil awed at the beauty of Garden. It was huge! Ten of Alloran's orphanages could have fit. They were shepherded off by upper classmen to the inside of the building. They presented their green cards at the entrance. The hallway was full of kids registrating.

" Line up in lines alphabetical order. Line one A to m, line two N to Z." Called an upper classmen. Alloran and Casseil lined up in line one. Time stretched on for hours.

" Man, how long has it been!" Casseil whined. We could finally see the person working registration. She had blond hair with a small ponytail at the back. She also had clear blue eyes. Like a bullet threw Alloran's mind she remembered something. She saw those eyes somewhere... Casseil was next.

" Name," asked the lady.

" Casseil."

" Last name."

" Hunter."

" Okay give me your card," Casseil obiently handed it over. The women put in a machine and information appeared on Casseil. Then she took out a key card. " Your clear. Your room number is 2364 on the first floor dormitories. Come at 10:00 PM to pick out your weapon." Alloran realized she was the last in line. She glanced at the clock, 5:00 PM. She had been in line for three hours. The women's eyes glared Alloran. Was there something wrong? The eyes fell upon Alloran's necklace, fear was in her eyes.

" N, next," The women stammered. " Name."

" Alloran." When Alloran said that the women seemed more worried.

" Last name." Her eyes had a spark.

" I don't have one."

" Well then," the women cleared her throat. " You'll just have to make one up."

Alloran still didn't get how this women acted. Better come up with a name. Fenerir sounded distant. I don't know what! I snapped. Go with Wolfeyes then, it does suit you.

" Wolfeyes," Alloran said finally. The women typed something more than she did Casseil. Then she pulled out a key card.

" You're lucky, you get room 4584 to yourself. It's a nice room. Second floor of the dormitories. " She passed Alloran the key. " I'm Quistis Trepe. I'll be one of your instructors. Come at 10: 00 PM to pick out your weapon." As Alloran walked away she noticed Quistis kept shaking her head and watching.

Alloran found a map and went to the forth corridor to the left. Most people watched her so she guessed they knew she was new. She climbed up the stairs when she heard yelling.

" Move Tal! Go somewhere else! I want this room for my friend Bruno!" A lofty voice rolled. Alloran watched just a bit further back. Three boys were trying to pressure a girl Alloran's age.

The girl, Tal, had golden hair and sky blue eyes with a sliver of emerald in the right. She had black jeans and a black turtle with a light brown jacket on.

" If you're so great Visser go back to Galbadia! " Tal pushed the kid with short black hair.

" Don't talk to the presidents son that way!" Said one of the bigger boys.

" Right, she should be more rude!" Alloran said coming out in the open.

" What you say!?" Demanded the other blockhead. The black haired kid stopped his friend from getting closer. Then he came forward.

" I'm Visser Deling, the president's son. I was just doing business, just like we did with her room mate," one of his friends cracked their knuckles. " I suggest you leave." He slapped Alloran hard and fast. His friends laughed. Alloran didn't move or flinch.

" You call that a hit?" Alloran said coldly. She hammered Visser in the stomach. He did start it but she would finish.

" I'll tell the teacher on you!" He screeched. Alloran didn't show any emotion.

" Then you might as well tell them you hurt her room mate and tried to kick her out of her room. Then tell how you provoked me." Alloran kept her eyes fixed on Visser. Visser just snorted and walked away with his friends. Tal patted Alloran on the back.

" It's about time some one taught him a lesson. I'm Tal Carter," smiled Tal.

" Alloran Wolfeyes."

" Let me guess you're a new kid. I'll probably see you tonight to pick weapons. I came yesterday but they couldn't fit me in." Tal told her. " Going to the cafeteria for supper?" Alloran shook her head. Her cheek hurt and she wanted to rest. Alloran went to her room door and slipped in the key card.

" If you want to rest I can wake you up in time for 10:00." Tal offered. Alloran was too tired to complain.

" Thank you," Alloran entered her room. It wasn't bad, a small kitchen and two rooms. It would do she thought. She chose the room with the view of the water. She put down her bag and fell asleep.

~*~

" Hey Alloran! Wake up!" Alloran woke up and glanced at the clock. 9:45. Alloran opened the door to find Tal. " Ready?"

" Yeah," Alloran nodded. The made their way down the stairs to the front hall.

" Hi Alloran," Casseil said cheerfully. " Did you get a nice room? I didn't, I got stuck with the president's son's " friend". " Alloran smirked.

" I have a room all to myself," she said still smirking. Casseil finally noticed Tal.

" Hey, who's that?" He asked.

" I'm Tal Carter, " Tal just eyed Casseil.

" Casseil Hunter," Casseil mimicked Tal. Tal gave Casseil a punch. A guy with spiky blond hair stood near the elevator with a hotdog in hand.

" Hi ya folks," the guy finished his hotdog. " I'm Zell Dincht, will the people whom ID numbers end 10 to 60 pleases make their way to the elevator." Alloran, Tal and Casseil headed toward the elevator as well as three others. Zell and the cadets entered the elevator. They landed in the basement. The mist was thin and a few booths were set up with a sign for each weapon.

" Choose your weapon and write your name on the sheet over there if you're going to take up two weapons." Zell announced letting them loose. Alloran's choice was clear, she would take up gunblading and hand to hand combat. She seemed to be the only person interested in the gunblade. There were three models available. The person minding the booth was a women in blue.

" Hi there, I'm Rinoa Leonheart," the women smiled. " Normally my husband would be working this but he's bad when it comes to explaining things." Alloran smirked at the thought, she heard the commander was a good speechmaker but couldn't explain weapons. She noticed Rinoa's face was turning pale. " Um, well the gunblade is a heavy weapon and takes lots of training. The models available are the Revolver, Hyperion, and Windtrecker. Feel free to look them over."

Again with the pale face at the smirk, it didn't make sense. Alloran looked at the Revolver first, she tried picking it up finding it was quite heavy! She looked at Hyperion, this is what Seifer used. Alloran found it lighter than the Revolver but she still had to hold it with two hands. Finally she looked at Windtrecker, what she heard this was a new model. This was the lightest and seemed to move through the air easily. Alloran could even hold it with one hand. Handle seemed to fit her hand easily.

" I'll take this one," she told Rinoa. Rinoa nodded and looked for a Windtrecker in the pile of gunblades. Squall would be happy to know there was going to finally be another gunblader. Rinoa grunted as she picked up a case for Windtrecker.

" Come back here tomorrow to get your schedule," Rinoa passed Alloran the case. Alloran nodded and signed up for hand to hand combat before going back upstairs.

~*~

" Squall?" Rinoa knocked on the office door.

" Come in." Rinoa entered to find her husband slaving at reports. " What's the count for the final group?" Squall asked. It was important to train many different classes.

" Thirty gunners, forty nunchuckers, 15 with the whip, twenty five martial artists, and one gunblader." Squall frowned, now that made three gunbladers in training now. " Also, Squall."

" Yes?"

" The one gunblader from the final group, she has the same smirk as Seifer," Rinoa said slowly remembering Squall and Seifer never really liked eachother. Squall was silent for awhile before he shook his head.

" There's no way their related to Seifer, Seifer never married." Squall ended it there knowing to keep his eye on her.

~*~

Wolf: That's it for now! Review please.