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Infirmary

camera pans up. You see the desk piled with

papers and such, and black boots crossed on

top of the papers, splattered mud pasting both.

Then you see the full image of him- white

trenchcoat, black gloves, leather pants,

sun-golden hair, red scar between his

mischeivous goldy-greenish eyes, and an evil,

sexy smile crept upon his tender face.

Cut scene and wipe drool puddle, ((please excuse the daydream))

Ellone had made her way quickly to the infirmary, millions of worries flooding through her mind at every pacened step. Her tension had built so much that when she walked in to see the beautiful demon stroke, she let out a startled cry, almost making him jump. But his lips curled in mocking delight as he smirked at her sensitivity.

"I need to talk to you about-" she started, but Seifer interrupted. "About GFs, right?"

Ellone sighed and loosened her stance in the doorway. "Yah. What are you doing here?" She pondered, a little off topic, but out of actual interest. "I'm watching the office for Kadowaki. She won't be back for awhile, and we'll be... Alone for a while, so..." Seifer grinned and eyed her intently. She played along and strut to Seifer, bending down low and running her fingers through hair. "If you're not talking about gunblade practice, you're getting your dick cut off." And she smiled, patting his cheek. He gulped and crossed his legs uncomfortably. Even a bad-ass can be tamed by threatening his li'l or not-so-li'l mister, (In Seifer's case, I'm betting not-so-li'l mister). She pulled a chair out of an empty patient's room. "Now. I've concidered taking you up on your offer. But you have to promise not to say a word to anyone. Not even Fujin and Raijin. Can you promise me?" She stare him down, brown orbs filled with sincerity and yearning. She was going to forbid any sorceresses too, but she didn't know if that would be appropriate. Seifer tamed his grin, and nodded to her. "Yah Elle, I promise."

Squall's Dormitory

Under the blankets of a springy mass-produced bed, Squall Leonhart lay asleep, one arm over his head, one wrapped around Rinoa. Rinoa stirred, her head on his chest. When she noticed where she was, she sat up startled and looked down. To her relief, she had pajamas on, and Squall had on his boxers. She crawled out and covered the sleeping hero back up with the blankets, noticing the LARGE ring upon her finger. She felt a surge of ecstatic joy as she remembered the night before. She was a bit upset that he felt he needed to get her something so large, but she appreciated it none-the-less. What would Quistis and Selphie think? She glanced over toward the clock- 11:26. Then she leaned down and planted a kiss on his lips quietly and walked out. Her exitement would force her to tell all to her two best friends.

Control Center

Nina came into the control center a little late that day. She overslept, but not an appreciated one like most had, but because of a nightmare. Irvine turned before her into a dark vortex and consumed the world around her, and eventually, her.

She ran in and stuck the key into the start-up engine and sat down in the chair. Click click click she flipped a few switches and pressed a button. The stick shift had 5 slots- Auto, Manual, Hover, Drop, and Dormant. She took the shift out of slot 5, and into slot 1. They were leaving dollet for Balamb, then to Shumi Village. Zell had made a special request to visit Ma Dincht.

The headmaster watched from behind, smirking malevolently. He had no intention of telling her about Quistis. He was here to cause trouble, which most knew was very unlike the Headmaster. Very unlike him indeed.

He had already rummaged through every drawer of "his" he could find, besides anything in "his" room, which was locked by "his" keys.

Irvine and Selphie

Before he knew it, Irvine had his arms wrapped around Selphie, every intention of going further with her. Tilmitt, bewildered that Irvine had so suddenly warmed up to her, was too dazed to remember that arms around the waist was a sign of affection. When she flashed back, she found herself wondering why Zell was so important to her in the first place. Then the thought came to mind that she was happy with him, but was happiness really enough? She needed love, and she was just as happy when Zell was just a friend. But she didn't want to hurt him. But she shouldn't go out with someone if she didn't really want to. She only said yes to him because she didn't want to hurt him. She was tired of doing everything for others. It's time she indulged for herself. So she had made a concious decision to tell Zell and hope he wasn't upset, but until then, she couldn't lower herself and mingle with Irvine attached.

"I'm sorry. I have to go. Do something." Selphie stumbled, pushing Irvine away with a blush. "Talk to you later!" she shouted behind her as she run-skipped off to speak with Zell.

Irvine turned back to his room- to verify the papers, or just to get another look at them, make sure his eyes werent deceiving him. He turned into his room, coat swaying open to reveal his man-titties! Muscly, tan man-titties. With neeplies. Little round man-titti neeplies.

It was initialy a project in Magic: A History. They were supposed to find out about their roots and see if they had any sorcery in their blood. While he did not, he found much more than he had planned. His mother- Freya Tilmitt. Father- Dave Kinneas. They never married, but Dave got custody over Irvine. Freya later bore a girl, but there was no information on them. It also says that the parents died, but gave no information on the children.

Irvine scoffed, reading the papers again, then crumpling them up and tossing them.

Room 221

Quistis was teaching a class of new-years about GFs. She had up a hologram of all the GFs which they were to go around and collect information on. Two GFs that none had heard before had caught everyone's interest. Little was known about them, but they were told to be either twins or lovers, and nobody knew if each was a separate summon, or if they worked together like the Brothers, who were currently playing rock-paper-scissors. These GFs were human-sized faeries with immense magick, and chaoticly mischeivous. The girl- Child Caydence was her name, sat on the hologramic floor with her legs in a W position and a naughty grin on her pale face. The boy- Hatien floated next to her, arms crossed and hovering in the air. All the guys were caught around staring down Child Caydence's tight faerie dress, and all the gals were gazing dreamily up at the faerie male that glared at them all malignantly.

But not long ago, unknown to all but two, Seifer had gotten a lift to the blood moon and had fought one of these GFs- Hatien. He had not even seen Child Caydence, and had no idea what was coming to him. She would find the one who had Hatien captive as a GF- hunt them down. Then, she would torture him out of them, and then kill them joyously with her partner. That was her plan anyway. But first she needed to get onto Lunatic Pandora and show the world how unchildish she could be.

Zell's Dormitory

Zell was locked in his dorm. He had just finished showing, so the black towel wrapped around his waist was wet, like his body which was also man-tittiful and neeplieful. Perty. He ran a comb through his hair thoroughly. He wanted to look his best for Ma Dincht. He was whistling to a song, when he heard a knock at the door.

"Come in!" he checked his towel and walked out of the bathroom into the main room. Selphie opened the dorm and stepped in. When she saw him, she blushed and tried to conceal a smile.

"Hey Selphie! We're going to Ma Dincht's today. I want you to come meat her. Well, you didn't really meat her the first time we were in Balamb, so you want to come?"

At the time, be it phenomenon or miracle, Selphie decided to not break up with Zell, but continue to look at his dripping wet body. "Sure Zell, I'd love that." She smiled, never once taking her eyes away from his man-titties, and that towel. Oh how she wished that towel would just go away. Run away towlie!

ps- as you can tell, I have obsessions with man-titties. I don't care if you do not approve. And if you ever find that I am leaving points out, please remind me cuz I don't remember much. And if you do approve of the man-titties, tell me, cuz I want to know.