Shinigami4986- C'mon now, do you really think Irvine, however perverted, would do that? I personally would probably enjoy it cuz he's shmexxy, but let's keep those thoughts to ourselves, yah. Anyway, it wasn't Irvine, so don't worry.

jayliyah- (i think that's your name, I don't have time to check) i like me cliffies! And i am slowly trying to make the chapters longer, but then it takes longer to write so... I'll procrastinate like always.

Ok, chapter 6, and the plot thickens...

These things that I am doing, they seem to be... against moral code. I feel so wrong. But is it wrong to want something? Is it so wrong to do whatever it takes to get what you want? Isn't that what everyone does? Yes, I know I'm right. But I still can't help feeling wrong. In my bittersweet successes, I can feel that slipping away. I don't know what I am becoming, but I know that I don't like it, and I know that I can't stop it.

Trabia Training Center

The pitter of Ellone's footsteps echoed down the hallway leading to the Training Center. Her voice could be heard calling out for Seifer in desperation. The footsteps dissipated as she came to a slow stop at te end of the hall. She peeked her head inside the training center, but didn't dare step inside. She knew she was not very practiced at fighting or magic. Well, at least not offensive magic, or defensive, or any type of magic she really knew of. She wasn't even sure she should call it magic.

Her glance caught a familiar face- lean, pale complexion, whispey silver hair, and a sexy eyepatch to add to it. A sly grin creeped up on Fujin's face. The muscly bronze vest-clad thunder-man, being the tag-a-long he was, Raijin was present as well.

"ELLONE!" shouted Fujin, to which Raijin jumped around, shocked. Ellone shied behind the corner of the wall, shamed look pasted on her face. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, expecting the worst.

"Yo, Elle, how ya been?" Raijin greeted, raising a hand and walking over to her. Ellone looked at Fujin with a confused look drawn into her eyes. Fujin smiled. "EXPLAIN!" and Raijin flinched. He laughed and put his hand behind his head "Oh yah, Fujin tol' me everything. My ears 'ere ringin' forever after that, but i's ok. I've had my eyes on some-un else for a while anyway. Sorry Elle." he looked back, too stupid to try and determine how she would react, so he stood idly by with the expression of a tonberry. Ellone tackled him with a big hug and millions and millions of thank yous.

"So, who's the lucky lady?" she finally asked, feeling her gratitude had been shown. Raijin blushed but didn't answer. "TREPE!" rang a voice all around them, as if Fujin had gained the ability to throw her voice. Raijin spun around and gave Fujin a what-the-hell-was-that-about? look, to which Fujin smirked at. "NOT INTERESTED!" Raijin turned on his heal to Ellone and said "She likes me, she's just a li'l shy."

Because she was interrupted with a conversation, she forgot the initial purpose of her search for Seifer.

"Does anyone know where Seifer is?" her face regained the desperate/urgent look it had held before.

"INFIRMARY!" Ellone's eyes widened in shock and she ran away to the infirmary without waiting for the explanation.

Control Center

Instructor Trepe came in to the control center after her first class to tell Nina to go to Edea's house, but she was no where in sight. The frowzy brown hair which could only be identified as Cid tufted up over the back of the large black seat. As the doors creeked shut, the chair turned and Cid had a mischeivous smirk drawn across his face. "My my, dear Instructor, shouldn't you be out there fraternizing with your students at this time?"

Quistis cheeks reddened in dismal shame, but she ignored the comment, for she knew Cid was going through something dreadful. "Headmaster, I need to inform Nina of something. Would you happen to know where she is?"

The headmaster lifted himself easily out of the chair and stalked toward Trepe. "Well I'm surprised you don't know, Quistis. You've got your grasp on everything else around here. Think you own the place, don't you. Figure it out yourself, you fucking leech." Quistis gasped at Cid's comment, and his eyes were aglow with flames. Her teeth gritted and her nostrils flared. Her hand flew up and slapped the Headmaster across the face before running out the door, face buried in her hands. He looked after her, his hand now at his face, touching the blood that came from the wound caused by Quistis's ring. It was black as night- unpure and evil.

Irvine

Meanwhile in his dorm, Irvine had just woken up from sleeping in only his black boxers with lady sillhouettes. He stripped down into his nothingness and unponied his hair, aiming, and shooting with the small black band at a dark spot on the wall from many feet away. As usual, bullseye. He stepped into the shower and made it cold- he usually always had to in the mornings. He quickly finished, dried his nekki dripping body, and picked up a new ponytail holder by the sink. As he slipped on new white boxers with hearts- the ladies loved them- the dings of the announcement rang, and then the voice of Cid.

"GFs have again been made legal, and we are going to Shumi as we speak to pick them up. Thank you." And though Irvine did not know Cid that well, he was suspicious. The reasons were untold, and Cid always liked to specify. Irvine did not have time to think about these reasons though, for all the time was being taken up in thinking about girls and how he would charm today's lucky girl. He decided it would be the first one he ran into, unless they were dead ugly.

So after getting ready, throwing on his tan trench coat, his brown boots, and his concealing cowbwah hat, he made his way out the door and down the desolate hall, where he just so happened to run into the one pretty girl he could no longer hit on.

"Selphie! How ya been?" He asked, staring ahead. He knew that if he looked at her he'd think those dirty thoughts, so he forbade himself. He found himself thinking- Although, it's not like it would be that bad, she not my... FULL sister.-