Okay, I re-wrote the last chapter. I was tired of it looking like something I put up just for the sake of putting something up. If you haven't read it, please do? This chapter didn't go anything like I'd planned, but the Posse has their own ideas of how things should work

Standard disclaimer – I own an old VW, a spoiled cat, two spoiled dogs, and the plot. All characters and locations belong to Square. (Damn it!)

Traitor

After the chaos of getting Galbadia Garden prepped for mobility, the hunt for signs of Balamb Garden began. Seifer seemed to be more his old self, and he seemed to have things worked out with Raijin. Fujin, however, he still barely spoke to. So she was surprised to find the blonde knight waiting on her after her workout one morning.

He was leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest, next to the bench where her bag was. Stripping off her gloves, Fujin raised her eyebrows and nodded at Seifer without saying a word. "Wonder what he needs counted now?" she thought bitterly. She was tired of being the errand bitch, tired of inventories, and would have left if Seifer wasn't still here. Grabbing her bag, she headed for the door, stopping when he spoke.

"Kazeno, wait." When she didn't turn, he spoke one more word, his tone commanding. "Talk."

She looked over her shoulder at him, eye narrowed. "ABOUT?" she snarled, still not turning.

"You." His voice was flat, but it was the flat that came right before he got dangerous. She turned slowly as he pushed himself away from the wall. "You're not here to help the Sorceress, we both know that. Raijin said it's something about honor. Don't need your fucking honor, Kazeno. I need to know why the hell you're here?"

The silence was long and heavy as Fujin tried to choose the right words. She dismissed honor, loyalty, and debt the first thoughts in her mind. "Because you need me to be here, even if you don't know it. Because I need to be here. Where else can I be? Not that you'll believe me anyway." "NECESSARY"

He quickly crossed the distance between them, anger charging the air. "For what?" he growled, his voice shifted to deadly. "Or should I ask for who? Leonhart sent you here to stop me, didn't he?" He grabbed the front of her shirt, pulling her in so he could get nose-to-nose. "You fucking think you can?"

Nerves screaming to run, Fujin shoved her panic down and brought her hand up to dig into his collarbone. Yanking down as hard as she could, Fujin was able to break his grip and step out of arm's reach. "NOT!" she spat, bringing her fists up and shifting her weight. The dark look on the blonde's face sent her a couple steps further back, never breaking eye contact with him. His eyes had a strange light to them, and she realized he wasn't in control of himself. "INSANE" she whispered.

"So, that's how it's gonna be, huh?" He smiled coldly and dropped into a crouch. "Well, if I've lost it, then you better fucking run." Snarling, he sprung at her.

For a split second, Fujin actually considered running. But if whatever had hold of Seifer wanted a fight, she wasn't going to show it any fear. She sidestepped the attack and shot her arm out, connecting with the back of his neck without enough force to do any real damage. "Damn! Should've just ducked him!"

Seifer whirled on her, a stranger's eyes flashing dangerously through his. He smiled coldly as Fujin's breath hitched in her throat. "What's wrong, change of heart?" his tone mocking her. "Or just scared shitless?"

Control and reason were instantly burned away by Fujin's pride and temper. "BASTARD!" she yelled. "RAGE!" and launched into a series of moves that should have put him down. Would have, if he'd been himself. Most of her attack seemed to have little effect, except for bringing about retaliation. Fujin was pleased when she finally landed a good solid side kick to his stomach, but Seifer grabbed her calf faster than she could pull back.

"Now what'cha gonna do?" he smirked while she shuffled her other foot for balance.

Fujin felt pain burn through her knee and hip as her leg was twisted into an unnatural angle. She gritted her teeth and glared, refusing to give in. A quick shove against her foot slammed her to her back, bouncing her skull hard off the floor.

Head pounding, Fujin felt her arms being trapped against her sides under the barrier that was also against her ribs. She opened her eye and looked through the silver hair across her face at Seifer, straddling her waist. He placed a hand to either side of her head and leaned in closer. "Looks like you lose, traitor," he growled.

Fujin glared at Seifer, gritted her teeth, and slammed her forehead into his face as hard as she could. He yelled and grabbed his left eye, unbalanced enough for her to buck loose. She shoved him away and stood slowly, not surprised that her knee didn't want to support her.

Seifer had his back to her, face cradled in his hands and shoulders shaking noiselessly. Fujin almost felt guilty, but squashed it under cold hatred. She watched him for a few moments before realizing that something in the room had changed. "ALMASY?" she asked slowly, still suspicious of anything he would do.

"Fu?" She saw the blood on his hands as he turned, still sitting with one hand over the lower part of his face. "The hell happened?" He was laughing, shock or denial and she couldn't tell which from where she was. Seifer looked up at her, nose bleeding, and one eye swelling shut already. "What the fuck…" his voice trailed off as he looked her over. After a long moment's silence, he looked away. "Not a nightmare, huh?" he said in a small voice.

Shaking her head slowly, Fujin hobbled to a bench and sat down. "NEGATIVE"

Neither of them moved, both breathing and thinking hard. Finally, Seifer spoke.

"You know I wouldn't do this to you, right? I mean … ah hell! I don't know what's going on anymore Fu. I would swear it wasn't you!" He turned slowly, looking very unsure of himself. "I almost killed you. Why!" Seifer stormed out of the gym, leaving Fujin to wonder what the hell was in his head.