Basic Training
Seifer's blade whirled through the air, slashing at the surprised young soldier in front of him.
The young man Seifer was sparring with used a broadsword, which already put him at a disadvantage when compared to the lightning fast blade he was facing, and the young cadet had obviously expected to be the most gifted swordsman in the company. His day wasn't going the way he expected at all.
The youth ducked quickly as the black blade swung towards his skull. The blow missed his head but the force of air it stirred up caused his cap to blow off of his head.
There were no other gunbladers in this new batch of recruits so the drill sergeant paired Seifer with the closest weapon they could find.
Seifer grinned as the boy in front of him regained his balance and brought his sword up to counter any attacks Seifer might throw at him.
"That was better but you are still moving too slow," Seifer advised as he leaned on his blade.
The red-headed youth scowled up at the taller man, ungrateful for the advice.
He quickly straightened up and charged the smirking blonde.
Seifer rolled his eyes as he swung his blade up to block the clumsy charge. His block knocked the other blade away and forced the swordsman off balance. The young man lost his footing and landed hard on his butt.
Seifer sheathed Hyperion quickly and extended his hand to the fuming young man on the ground.
The boy reluctantly took it and Seifer jerked him quickly to his feet.
"You attacked too recklessly. You should have come in a little bit slower and been prepared to block at any time."
The boy sighed and nodded slowly.
"Yes sir."
Seifer threw his head back in laughter.
"I don't outrank you. You don't have to call me sir."
The young man smiled a little as Seifer laughed.
"What's your name?" the boy asked Seifer when the blonde finally stopped laughing.
"Kyle," Seifer replied as he stuck his hand out to shake.
"I'm Jason," the young red-head said, shaking Seifer's hand.
Quistis Trepe felt she had never been so bored in her life.
As part of their plan to gather intelligence she and Seifer had decided that she should join the base's Army Wives Club. It would give her a reason to get into the fort and once she got inside she could roam around and try and find something useful.
When Seifer had left that morning for basic training Quistis had hoped that she would have some time to finish straightening up the house.
Her hopes were dashed when the doorbell rang shortly after seven o'clock.
She had opened the door to see a crowd gathered on the porch and in the yard.
"Excuse us for bothering you but we are the Army Wives Club. We heard from the C.O.'s wife that there was a new married recruit and we decided to come meet his wife."
Quistis' surprised look lingered for less than a second before she found herself extending her hand to the woman.
"It's nice to meet you."
The lady before her beamed and Quistis was quickly pulled into a hug.
Now, three hours later, the large group of women was crowded into the small living room of Seifer and Quistis' house. Quistis had no idea what they were talking about; her mind had drifted away from the conversation a long time ago.
She hoped Seifer was having a more exciting day than she was. For her part she resolved to never take another undercover mission ever again.
It was only the first day and she was bored out of her mind. And she was supposed to be around these women a lot. This wasn't looking good for her.
Just before Quistis' patience dissolved entirely a distraction arrived in the form of a ringing phone from in the bedroom.
Quistis quickly excused herself and ran into the room to answer it.
"Hello?" she asked as she picked up the receiver.
"Hey honey," Seifer answered, smiling.
"Oh, it's you," Quistis replied.
"Now is that anyway to talk to your loving husband?" Seifer asked mockingly.
"What, do you want me to talk more like this 'Hey baby, I miss you. I want you to come home right now so we can make love in the shower,'" Quistis responded in a sultry voice.
Seifer smirked.
"Yeah, that sounds about right."
She laughed.
"You can just keep on dreaming," she scoffed.
"Awww, shoot. Oh, well I had to try."
When she stopped laughing she asked him how the training was going.
"Oh, it's fine. Your class was a lot harder that the stuff they are teaching us."
She blushed unconsciously.
"Was that a complement?"
"Um…I guess it was, wasn't it?"
It was Quistis' turn to smirk.
"Why, thank you honey. That was sweet of you."
Now Seifer was blushing.
Quistis decided to save him from having to respond by changing the subject.
"So, why did you call anyway?"
"Oh, well we are taking a break and everyone else was calling home so I decided I would fit in and call you," Seifer replied, glad he didn't have to respond to her teasing.
"Ok, just don't blow our cover," Quistis responded quietly so that the women in the other room were unable to hear.
"Of course not honey," Seifer said loudly.
"Well, I gotta go now Kyle."
"Ok, sweetie. Have a good day. I love you."
His statement knocked her off guard for a moment and she sat silently before quietly whispering 'goodbye' and hanging up the phone.
What was happening to her? This was a mission. That didn't mean anything. He was just acting. There was no reason for his statement to throw her for a loop like it had. She needed to get this under control.
She knew that she cared for Seifer. She did not want him to be hurt or killed. But she also cared about her other friends and students that way. Did her feelings for Seifer extend beyond the feelings she had for the other important people in her life?
And if so…when and where did these feelings come from?
A noise from the other room made her snap back into the present and she sighed as she went to reenter the chaos that was the Army Wives Club meeting.
Seifer smirked as he hung up the phone with Quistis. He was sure his parting sentiment had shocked her. He wished he could have seen her face when she heard him. That would have made his day. Oh well. You can't have everything.
A loud bell rang out over the compound and the soldiers all turned away from the phones and headed back to the training field.
Seifer's sparring partner Jason was waiting when Seifer arrived at the field. The eager red-head unsheathed his sword quickly and dropped into his stance.
Seifer smirked and slowly pulled out Hyperion. He extended it out towards Jason and held it steady with the flat of the blade parallel to the ground. His other hand came up and signaled Jason to attack. The youth ran at Seifer and slashed. Seifer parried it easily and moved to slash at Jason's momentarily unprotected flank. He was pleasantly surprised when the swinging silver broadsword flashed around and blocked his blade.
"Very good," Seifer offered.
Jason responded with a cocky smirk that rivaled the one on his partner's face.
"Let's see if you can do it again," Seifer challenged as he backed away and dropped back into his stance.
Next Chapter: Seifer and Quistis do some nighttime sneaking around.
AN: Please Review!
AN2: I know it is short but I felt bad about not posting anything for such a long time but I promise next time the update will be longer.