Author's Note: Ha ha, I finally updated.
Summary: Seifer, in an effort to find as place where he won't be criticized for what he had done, leaves Garden and travels.
Rating: Whatever the equivalent to PG is, I think.
In the Moment By: Mazzie MayNumber two
Beep. Beep. Beep
Seifer opened one eye a sliver.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
He blinked and opened both eyes, immediately regretting it.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The sun was brightly shinning through his hotel window. Almost as if it was pressed up against the glass saying, 'I see you!'
Beep. Beep. Beep.
He rolled over slowly, closed his eyes and sighed.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
As he opened his eyes to glare at the alarm clock that made that shrill beeping, he cried out and brought the pillow over his face.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The sun light was coming in through the window and reflecting off the large body mirror on the closet door. Again 'I see you!'
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Shut up…" he grumbled loudly from under his pillow. He reached over blindly.
Beep. Beep. Be-
Crash!
The annoying piece of machinery was now very broken on the floor. Why reach for the 'Off' button, when you can just break it? Seifer removed the over stuffed pillow from his face and rolled onto his stomach, reaching for his trench coat. Just out of reach. Damn.
He scooted over more and grabbed it by the sleeve, yanking it to him. Sluggishly, he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Seifer yawned – rather loudly, I might add – as he opened his coat in an effort to find his pocket watch.
Sounds silly, doesn't it? Seifer Almasy using pocket watches; like the type you see snobbish old men or dignified general's use. But, actually, it's not all that strange. Everyone in Garden was giving one. Like a kind of proof that you were there. He kept it. He almost expected the Headmaster to ask for it back. But he didn't, and Seifer was a little more than grateful. It's not like he'd been glad to leave garden. In fact, he didn't want to leave at all…
He rotated his head in an effort to pop his neck. He didn't need to be thinking about that kind of thing. He stuffed the pocket watch away and removed the covers, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
Now, one wouldn't say Seifer wasn't a morning person. He just didn't like getting up until noon-ish. That's not to say he wasn't awake, however. Seifer would normally wake up around nine, but would just stay wrapped up in his blankets until Fujinn and Rajinn dragged him out. Every so often it was Instructor Trepe who did the honors.
He leaned forward and blinked as he blindly reached for his boots. He laced up the military boots automatically as he scanned the grey carpet for his shirt.
He found it. At some point during the night, it'd falling off the chair he'd tossed it on.
He snatched it up and pulled it over his head. The long sleeved dark, almost black, purple turtle-neck was snug, but not constricting. His outfit was pretty much the same, only different colours. Seifer feared changed, you see.
Dark purple turtle-neck: 450 Gil.
White vest with red lining: 380 Gil.
Black pants with purple lining: 600 Gil.
Constructing an outfit that goes with the trench coat: Priceless.
One thing about Seifer that no one will ever be able to change; the trench coat. He would change his style according to the coat. He loved it. Loved, people. Loved. I think if he had to choose between his cherished gunblade and the coat, he'd be kissing the gunblade good-bye.
'Course, that wasn't a happy thought, either. That was besides the point, though. The point was, Seifer was loading up his things and heading to FH. Whether or not he called Instructor Trepe and asking for help from the people she knows there, though… that's a completely different story.
Well, no, it wasn't. But it's not something he would consider. He made it this far, hadn't he? He didn't need the instructor's support. After making sure Hyperion was secure, he slung his bad over his shoulder and walked out of the hotel room Number 002.
Meanwhile, in Seifer's destination of Esthar, President Laguna Loire walked stiffly down the glass and metal hall that lead away from his office. It had been a long day of thick negotiations and heated debates. Laguna drew pretty pictures on his note pad while all of it took place.
Laguna liked to doodle. Oh, yes he did.
But now, the meetings were over and the time for drawing had ended; he had a new mission assigned to him. Kiros jogged-walk behind him, trying to keep up. "Laguna, listen to me. You're the president, you don't need to go on this 'mission' you keep talking about."
Laguna didn't even look over his shoulder. "Kiros, this is important. I have to"
"Why? Why do you have to? What is the 'mission'?" His robs were heavy, weighing him down.
"I know what must be done", Laguna nodded to himself as he spoke. "I have to do it alone"
Kiros halted as Laguna stopped at the door. A large door painted lavender, with gold insignias all about it. Laguna reached forward and latched onto the handle. With complete seriousness, "I'll be back when I can"
"How long will that be?" Kiros was actually worried now. There was nothing that Laguan knew that he didn't. Every bit of information spoken, every paper read, every grant made Kiros knew hours, sometimes days, before Laguna. So what was this super serious mission?
"Who knows, Kiros…" Laguna opened the door and stepped inside. "It's number two".
Laguna closed the door to the bathroom behind.
And Kiros blinked, trying hard not to be mad. After all these years with Laguna, things like this still surprised him. How odd.
Author's Note: Well, after two corrupted files, one computer melt down and a battle with pneumonia, this chapter has been posted. It's total shit and a complete filler. You people deserve better than this and I'm working on the fourth chapter as I post this.
Thanks to everyone who's reviewed!
Oh, and we'll see more of the other characters in later chapters.