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Feary-of-fiction: I'm glad you liked how I portrayed Rinoa… I really didn't want her goin' all bitchy and stuff and even if I'm not very fond of her, I really don't picture her as someone who would do that, specially not if she knew what someone else was saying was right… Anyways, thanks for the wonderful review! I hope you enjoy this new chapter!

Smackskiller I'm glad you're enjoying my fic so far… don't worry this will be SLASH!!

Tsuki: Here ya go darlin'!!

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Chapter 3

You are so lucky!

The tall blond man groaned in irritation.

"Fucking UNIFORM!" Seifer scratched his shoulder insanely through the fabric of his new school uniform.

"I forgot how much this shit was itchy!" the young man glared at his reflection in the mirror. He always felt naked without his infamous grey trench coat, felt vulnerable even. His long coat felt like a second skin to him; an armor which blocked everyone's eyes from looking into his soul, kept everyone from seeing the weaknesses he so thoroughly despised.

"Why the hell did you come back here, Almasy?" the man wondered aloud as he made his way out of the bathroom, only to bump into the small form of his dorm partner rather forcefully. The cadet almost fell to the floor before Seifer reached for his arm, pulling him to his feet softly.

"Hey, watch where you're walkin', kid." Seifer said, his tone sounding uninterested as he glanced down carelessly at the boy.

He looked no older than 15 years of age, his short black straight hair brushing just above his dark sparkling innocent eyes. His skin was pale and felt extremely soft under Seifer's fingers as he held onto the boy's arm. His frail, short and almost feminine body made him seem vulnerable and defenceless beside Seifer's tall and large form.

Being much shorter than him the boy had to bend his head backwards to reach Seifer's eyes, as he glanced shyly up at him. Fear suddenly filled the short cadet's raven eyes as he recognised the man standing before him and seeing such emotions made the blond man very awkward.

The boy squirmed as Seifer brought a hand above his head, but the gesture had not been needed as the taller man began ruffling the younger boy's hair. Low chuckles escaped the tall blonde's lips as he pulled his hand away from the soft black locks.

"I don't bite, you know…"

The cadet blinked as he gazed into Seifer's emerald eyes, seeming slightly less frightened.

"T-That's not exactly what the rumors say…" came the boy's soft reply.

Seifer frowned. "Well don't listen to what the rumors say." The tall man began scratching his stomach, his face grimacing in annoyance.

"So, you got a name?" Seifer asked, still rubbing his abdomen. The boy looked down at Seifer's hand which was rubbed his stomach through the uniform, frowning in confusion.

"Uh… my name is Zack… do you have some kind of problem with your stomach?" the black haired youth asked as he kept watching Seifer's hand which was now nearly scraping off the fabric of the uniform with its nails.

"This… fucking… uniform… is… KILLING ME!!" as he yelled that, Seifer tore his uniform top off him and threw it on the floor, leaving his well defined chest naked and free to admire.

Zack's eyes widened as his eyes fell on Seifer's torso and he whirled around hastily, rushing towards his side of the dorm, mumbling something which sounded like "Forgot something in my room!"

Seifer blinked, then smirked understanding perfectly the reason why the younger boy had fled. The broad shouldered blond shrugged in dismissal and walked to his own room, pulling a tight white tank top out of his dresser and over his head. Having put on the white shirt over his chest, he walked over to the small kitchenette of the dormitory to retrieve his uniform top, which still lay sprawled on the floor after being violently thrown a few moments earlier.

Zack curiously appeared out of his room only after Seifer had put his uniform top on once more.

"It doesn't itch anymore?" Zack finally asked shyly after a few moments, timidly meeting the taller man's emerald eyes.

"Nope… put on another shirt underneath. Come on, let's go to class. We don't want to be late, now do we?"

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The brown haired SeeD Commander calmly made his way towards the newly arranged Balamb Garden Airport, his face evermore relaxed, but in truth he was feeling everything but composed. The departure for Esthar would be in a few minutes but Squall was less than eager to go.

Sighing, the leather clad man took his first step on board the Ragnarok, pushing the second level button of the elevator.

The elevator door swished open before him and a wave of loud voices washed over him as a crowd of hyper teenagers talked to each other excitedly inside the second level of the ship. Squall's eyes roamed around the crowd of students with an expression alike to disgust. Had he ever been this childish? He hoped the younger people would not be talking this way the entire trip or surely he would need to kill some of them. The brunette walked towards the back of the room to distance himself as far away from the crowd of cadets, laying his back against the wall, folding his arms across his chest and closing his eyes as he waited for departure.

"Shouldn't you be sitting on a large comfy seat, your belt safely buckled, Commander?" a deep voice asked sarcastically, causing Squall's eyes to open calmly, only to find himself facing a large chest.

He glanced upwards slowly, his gaze falling on two sparkling emerald eyes, which were mocking down at him.

"Seifer…" Squall said in a bored tone, holding the man's now intense gaze.

"Squall…" the tall blond replied, smirking.

"Nice uniform…" Squall countered the taller man's gaze, his eyes roaming down over Seifer's body scornfully.

"I see you still haven't lost the leather… tell me Leonhart, are you sure you've checked your sexuality lately?" Seifer cocked his head to one side, blinking innocently, but the smirk told otherwise.

The brown haired man brought a hand to his forehead, shaking his head in irritation.

"What do you want?" the SeeD Commander almost snapped.

"My, my, aren't we grumpy?" Seifer provoked. "I just wanted to chat, Leonhart, no reason to get all pissed."

Letting his hand fall down to his side, Squall glanced up at Seifer's eyes once again, staring suspiciously at him.

"What?!" Seifer finally snapped impatiently as Squall continued being silent, simply staring at him.

"Chat?" Squall raised his eyebrow questioningly with his usual monosyllabic expression.

"Yeah, you know… talk, babble, make conversation…"

Squall's blue stormy eyes narrowed threateningly as his stare changed into a glare.

"I know what 'Chat' means, Seifer. You just aren't the type who'd start a conversation with someone for any other reason than to bother the hell out of them."

Seifer's smirk widened. "Who ever said that's not what I wanted?"

"Whatever…" Squall sighed as he began walking past the large man, only to be stopped as a firm grasp seized his left forearm and kept him from moving any further.

The grey-blue eyed man shot a murderous glare at his former rival over his shoulder.

"Look-" but before Seifer could continue, a loud bell echoed through the room and the voice of a hyper young woman boomed out of the ceiling speakers.

"Welcome aboard the Ragnarok, the KEWLEST ship on the planet!"

Seifer snorted as Squall groaned in despair; he too had recognised the voice of Selphie Tilmitt, the pilot of the ship.

"Please sit down and buckle your seat belt suuuuuuuuuuuuuper tightly! We don't want people gettin' ejected out the windows, now do we?"

Selphie began laughing maniacally, causing everyone to glance at each other fearfully.

"SQUAAAAAAAAAAALLLYY! GET YOUR BUTT UP HERE!" the sugar-hyped pilot shouted excitedly through the speakers, making everyone glance towards the SeeD Commander as they clamped their hands on their ears, the high-pitched tone of the young woman having been too much for their poor eardrums to endure.

Squall shook his head hopelessly as he shrugged off Seifer's hand away from his arm and strode towards the elevator as quickly as his feet allowed him to. He definitely did not need that crazy girl calling after him again.

"Squall, that you?" Selphie asked happily as the elevator doors swished open before the cockpit.

"Who else?" Squall answered emotionlessly, moving closer to the sitting pilot.

"I heard you're going to see Sir Laguna?" Selphie asked excitedly as Squall let himself fall in the large armchair beside the bouncy haired girl, sighing yet again.

"Aaaaaw MAN! You're so LUCKY!!" the girl squealed.

"Whatever…"

This promised to be a very long day…

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TBC…

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Author's note: SOOOOOOOOO?? How'd you all like it? Yeah… I know… it wasn't a very long chapter but… oh well... the others will be much longer in the future, I promise!!

Anyways… see you soon!!

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