Summer break and it's raining. So I have nothing better to do than continue this madness.

And I'm still not a native English-speaker. Damn. I wonder what I'm doing wrong…

Disclaimer: not mine, I wouldn't be here, bored to death, if they were. And I still don't like Rinoa.

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"She requested for Sir…" she made a pause, as to show that word just how much she hated it, "Sir Seifer."

Chapter 2

Squall chocked. That had been the dumbest moment to drink the water. He had to fight against the urge to spurt it out again.

"The Hell? Seifer? No!"

Quistis acknowledged the Commander's unease, but did not let go.

"Listen…"

"I said: No!"

It had been a pain to find Seifer after the war. The bastard new how to hide himself. It involved living in a rat-hole and not eating more than nothing. Needless to say that, once they finally found him, he was on the edge of passing away.

Then all the revenge-hungry, angry people who wanted someone to pay for the war. The sorceress was dead? Oh, well, um, didn't she have a knight? Squall still didn't like to think back to their escape from Estar, an angry, lynch-willing mob on their heels. He never got the certainty, but he was quite sure half of them were on Haste. Needless to say, it was not one of Squalls dearest memories.

He somehow managed to half convince the people (and there were lots of them), that the "Knight" had been under the sorceress' control, not or only partially responsible for his acts. The conditions the obtained for his former archrival's life were that Seifer had not to leave the Garden and was not nominated instructor or SeeD. It seemed to please both sides, and Seifer had been held "prisoner" in Balamb Garden since then, even if Squall was a little surprised that the blonde did give in so quickly and without any resistance.

Making him to a sorceress' knight again would be the biggest mistake he could possibly do.

"Just what is she thinking? I did not fight the whole world for Almasy's life just to put him under the orders of a sorceress again. Where was she during the war anyway? Didn't she pay attention to anything?"

Quistis wrinkled her nose, thinking for a good explanation. "Well, people forget and…"

"You don't forget a war that was held not two years ago." Squall interrupted, sourly. He was tired, had a headache and the whole story was just ridiculous. He had made his mind up, this sorceress was not going to stay at Balamb Garden, and she was not going to have one bit of Seifer. End of the discussion.

Quistis coughed. "There's just another, little, slight problem, then". Squall didn't like the fact that she didn't dare to look at him while saying that. "She's… already here."

Squall managed to look totally blank. Neither a frown nor a glare. Just a blank look.

"Excuse me?"

Quistis still wasn't looking at him. "Well, she brought the trabian request herself. Thought it would be much easier and faster that way."

Squall growled under his breath. Just wait until he got his hands on that sneaky bitch.

"Well, tell her to get lost, we're not interested and…"

He was interrupted by loud shouting and crashing sounds that came from outside the office. Then and when there were sounds that seemed to be bells tinkering or horse-whinnying The two of them looked at each other, wondering who got the nerves to do such a racket near the commander's office.

And then a Mesmerize rampaged through the door.