Okay, here's an update. This isn't a sex scene chapter so don't get dissappointed. Its all in the great scheme of things. Thanks guys for reviewing this story. Oh yea, maybe I should do a disclaimer. That would be fitting, I guess. In the end, Enjoy the latest chapter of Orion's Belt. More to come. Thanks again.

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The very next day was normal. Why wouldn't it? Squall woke up refreshed as always, after his strenuous session the night before. Squall woke up before the sunrise so the world was still bathed in sweet slumber. Dressed in nothing but his boxer shorts, Squall shivered slightly at the cold air present in the room. The temperature was drastically different from when the session took place.

As if Squall did not want to make a single sound, not that it mattered; he walked silently to the bathroom to freshen up.

The light in the bathroom violated his eyes and made him temporarily shield himself with the back of the hand. Once his eyes adjusted to the white light, Squall took a good look in the mirror. His brown hair was disheveled from the night before. The skin was still flawless, still pale, although they shone with a vibrant energy that only came with great experiences in life.

A quick splash of water did the trick to vanish the sleep that was present in Squall's eyes. A shower was not needed, he had one already. Gingerly, Squall walked into the bedroom again to dress. A leader had to wake before everyone else.

Who fucking said that? They obviously were drunk on Malbaro Tentacles.

Squall dressed in his usual garments. From the black leather jacket to the bondage red belts on his thigh. It was his trademark after all, that's how people knew him. Plus, it looks good.

Pulling the curtains apart, Squall stared out into the horizon to greet the sun as it began its journey across the sky. It was apparent that the sun was lazy today, it would not rise for a couple of more moments so Squall decided to fetch some coffee. There was no use to stand here for a couple of moments like an idiot. That would be…idiotic.

The corridors were quiet, peaceful. Almost like a ship when the crew had long abandoned it. The sky was already beginning to grow lighter and that signaled the upcoming sunrise.

Squall did not know why he anticipated the sun every morning. It was almost a ritual practiced everyday and if it were skipped, Squall's day was not the same. He had been doing this ever since he first became a SeeD. It was probably the long road missions where the only shelter was what they had carried with them. The tents they brought with them. And it was an overwhelming joy to see the next day. Getting attacked in the middle of the night was one of Squall's worst fears. It made him feel weak and vulnerable. The night was an absence of comfort. The sun was the warmth that Squall had longed for all these years.

The Cafeteria ladies were not awake yet so Squall had to settle with the coffee machine. Although the quality was not up to par with the Cafeteria's coffee, it will do. Coffee was Coffee, right? Not always.

The Cafeteria had a new room that was added after the defeat of Ultimica. Squall had decided to start to turn Balamb into more of a school than a military training ground. "One of the rare moments when Squall actually thought of people other than himself.", was what Quistis had joked.

The room featured a continuous view of the eastern part of the school. This way, so that Squall could view the sunrise in a nice comfortable chair and sip his coffee. The glass stretched from one side of the room to the other without a pane to interrupt the flow. The sun was showcased in its entirety. Squall had installed a row of plush dark seats in the room. Although Squall did not choose the color scheme or the seats, he was mightly satisfied many sunrises over.

It was actually Selphie who designed the whole room and she kept away from the temptation to design it to her personality. Selphie had kept the room apt to Squall's distint persona using contrasting colors and subtleties. The plush chairs were black leather, the walls were white, the carpet was a deep red similar to the belts on Squall's thigh. And what added the spunk that made this room so unique was a whole showcase of unique weapons. The showcase included the actual gunblade that Seifer had donated to the room. Squall was too stubborn to donate his gunblade. Various weapons of power were stored in the room.

Althought he security risk was high, none of the students dared to steal one. It was common knowledge that most of the weapons had a "soul" so to speak. The wielder had to command the respect of the weapon before the weapon were to function. These youngsters don't have the power to command the weapons. The result would be…unpleasent.

So there was no need for a lock or an alarm. The weapons themselves carried a lock far greater than what technology can reproduce.

Dotted in the corners and on some of the end tables were various common and exotic plants that Irvine and Quistis had excavated from the small islands on the various jungles out there. Some were dangerous, others were…indeed special. At least they serve a purpose: oxygen.

Squall scanned the room and selected the seat in the middle. Like the commander's chair in some famed sci-fi space movie, the middle chair was always the most luxurious because Selphie thought Squall would have picked that one. It was, after all, his room.

However, this morning, there was something strange about this room. A new addition of some sorts. An unwelcomed addition.

Sitting in the big chair in the middle was no other but the blonde whom Squall had hated for so long and only recently had the feelings ebbed away. Seifer cocked his head and smiled at Squall like a kid who did something wrong and was proud of it.

"Get out of that chair." glared Squall.

"Why should I?" Seifer gave Squall a smirk. Seifer was obviously enjoying this too much.

"Cuz, its my fucking chair, you bastard."

"Is your name on it? I don't see you name anywhere." Seifer begins to look, but just to mock Squall.

"Fuck you, everyone knows that that is my chair."

"Oh sure, master Squall-Balamb-Director-Leader-Guy! Of course I'll move, just for you! Look, I already warmed the seat with my ass already. Just for you, Squall!" Seifer mocked with a smile upon his face.

"Why don't you run off somewhere to play? I heard Quistis was growing lonely because her dildo broke." Squall said as he glared at Seifer.

"It's a public room." Answered Seifer. He had a point.

"…whatever."

And Squall settled down into the warm seat and sipped his coffee trying not to glare at Seifer. Squall felt like he was being watch from the next seat where Seifer was sitting. Squall's left side burned from a mix of frustration, anger, and he was blushing. Stop staring, you bastard.

It was almost time for the sunrise.

For the love of Bob, thanks. Its about time.